Day 2

As I sit down to write it takes me a little while to think back to this morning - it's been a long day.  We got up this morning to the smell of cinnamon rolls.  Turns out our hotel in Indy was directly across the street from a bakery factory and OMG did it smell good.  Talk about torture - it's been hard enough to eat even sort of well and then every time you take the dogs out for 12 hours you smell that. 

After hitting the road (no cinnamon rolls in tow), we made about an hour and a half to Louiseville and the drive just turned gorgeous.  The hills and pines and farms throughout Kentucky just got more pituresque as we drove and by the end of the day I was trying to take pictures and drive at the same time (safe, I know). 

Yes, taken from the sunroof.  I was just so excited we were going inside the mountain!
We stopped for lunch in Corbin, Kentucky.  For those of you not familiar with Kentucky history, Corbin is the home to probably the most famous Kentuckian ever: Colonel Sanders.  Yes, you read right, we stopped at the original Kentucky Fried Chicken for lunch.  Half the building was the quaint, original restaurant but the other half was the modern, ubiquitous KFC you'd find anywhere else.  For this reason I stuck with the grilled chicken.  We filled up with gas (and somewhere along the way Joey managed to lose his gas cap - which some very helpful Kentuckian woman searched under cars with us to find) and hit the road. 

Enjoying his lunch away from prying noses as I returned from my shift inside the restaurant.

We made it as far as the "Natural Tunnel State Park" when we had to stop - Moe and George were itching to use the restroom and I was itching to take pictures.  We ran the dogs around the park for about half an hour (we knew it was time to hit the road again when Moe plopped down in the shade and refused to move any further), drove the mile back to the main highway and then turned around when I saw the sign that said "You can go inside the tunnel!"  Obviously I could not leave without going inside the tunnel.  So after calling Joey, who was very patient as usual, we headed the mile back to the park to find the tunnel.  Unfortunately, it required a hike to get in the tunnel, which as anybody who's ever tried to walk our dogs knows, a hike is pretty much out of the question.  So back on the road we went, and here in our hotel in Bristol, VA, just over the Tennessee border, we are.

Tomorrow morning it's up bright and early to the Tennessee DMV.  Today was our last long drive (another 8 hour day) - tomorrow we only have to go 4 hours so hopefully we'll be able to find something to do with the dogs other than sit in a hotel room and watch TV.  But then again, after a long day, its kind of nice to be held captive and relax (if by relaxing you mean every time the dog needs to go to the bathroom undertaking a miliary operation to get him down the hallway, into the elevator, down four floors, and out the hotel door without bothering other people).