Day Twenty-one - Homeward Bound

Today is the last day of our trip, but before pulling out of Kentucky we decided to make a stop in downtown Louisville to tour the Louisville Slugger museum and factory.

Outside the museum is the “World’s Largest Bat” an inside you can see Babe Ruth’s bat, and experience many virtual/hands on exhibits which let you face down a fast ball and feel how heavy pro-bats are. The best part of the museum is that you also get a tour of the factory and watch baseball bats being made from beginning to end. While we were there, the gallery was also hosting an exhibit of “Peanuts at Bat” which featured art, toys, and television shorts of the Charlie Brown gang at play. After receiving our souvenir mini bat, which comes free with the tour, we were back on the highway.

After leaving Louisville, we passed through the top part of Kentucky, just barely nicked Ohio, and then made our way into West Virginia. It was here that we made another detour and followed the Ohio River up the boarder to Point Pleasant, WV. For those of you not familiar with American “Mythology,” Point Pleasant is where the Mothman appeared in 1966-67, just before the Silver Bridge crashed, and has been rumored to be home to strange events ever since.

Point Pleasant has embraced their Mothman legend and have even built a statue of it in the downtown district. Other than the looming steel man-bug, Point Pleasant is a very quaint small town by the river. We walked along the river front and down Main Street, and then stopped into a local shop to look over the Mothman merchandise. It was here that we met a very colorful character, Bob the truck driver.

Bob’s the man, he’s very much into the Mothman story and constantly goes out to the old TNT area, where Mothman was spotted the most, and takes pictures. He had plenty of pictures of “orbs” which he then enlarged. Bob showed us tons of large pixilated photos of orbs which he claimed had the shape of a face, or even a “baby” mothman. We were also treated to many other stories about mysterious pictures taken under the harvest moon, mysterious people appearing on the street, etc.

Bob even drew us a map to where he had taken most of his pictures, and after a bit of debate we went for a little ride to have a look around. Sorry, looks like Mothman only comes out at night… or for that matter, only for Bob.

After bidding farewell to Point Pleasant, we headed on towards Virginia and finally made it home right around midnight. Three weeks exactly, give or take a few hours, and we’ve made it back to good old Fredericksburg.