We arrived in Paducah, which is right on the Ohio River, the afternoon of Thursday, Sept 23. We had to cross the river on another very high bridge, one lane each way and totally blue from top to bottom. It was very hard to see the division between the very narrow lanes. Mike didn't even like this bridge! As we took a short drive through the town, we noticed that several streets were blocked off for some sort of function. When we checked into our motel, we were told that we were just in time for the annual BBQ on the River! Not only is this event a competition, it is also a fundraiser for local charities.
The next morning, Friday, the 24th, our toilet oveflowed. Rats! I was able to get all of the towels down on the floor and the water turned off - Mike was still asleep. Once I woke him up, we headed to the front desk. Maintenance promptly started working on the problem, and while he was finishing up with the cleaning and bleaching, we decided to drive into town to walk around the BBQ event. We pulled into a parking lot that supported local softball and asked if it was $4 for the whole day. We had quite a laugh when the fellow collecting the money told us that he thought we asked if he had frog legs! We assured him that the misunderstanding was because we have an accent - being from Washington and all. Even though it was only about 9:30, it was already getting really warm. We wandered down the rows - I have never seen or smelled so much BBQ in my life! We then discovered a wall of murals - these are on the flood wall alongside the river and are a few blocks long. I had hoped to buy a book of these murals that depicted the history behind the town and area, but was too cheap to pay the price. I wish now that I had taken pictures of them all. We stopped at one of the BBQ tents, and had lunch. To be honest, I wasn't overly impressed - my personal favorite will always be Pecos Pit BBQ!
I couldn't leave Paducah without visiting the Museum of the American Quilter's Society. It was most likely a stop that Mike would not have made on his own, but I think even he was amazed at the beautiful handiwork displayed there. There was every imaginable quilt pattern, but they were all still "one of a kind". Many of them were hand quilted and appliqued - I would never have the patience to produce such exquisite designs. No pictures of the quilts allowed - guess you'll just have to go there yourselves! We were allowed to take pictures of the beautiful stained glass windows looked like quilts.
Saturday morning, Sept 25, we were off to Memphis.
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