So unlike most trips, I had absolutely no plan for this final day, and our drive back to Chelsea. But when we passed through Louisville, I thought about the bat museum I have always wanted to visit, and Marcia mentioned that we passed right by the Abraham Lincoln Birthplace. I mapped it out, looked like an adventure to me, so off we went.
Our first stop was the Louisville Slugger Baseball museum, where we watched how the bats are made for the major league. It was pretty neat to see how they were made, and the input that each player gets in the bats made for them. The museum portion let us hold bats that were used live in game by Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, Willy Mays, and even new stars like Acuna Jr. Each of our baseball card poses is below should we ever have our own ball card.
And then we stopped after I took a few wrong turns at Abraham Lincoln's birthplace. They built a beautiful memorial over his birthplace home, then realized 40 years afterwards that the house wasn't really Lincolns. Oh well, they then changed there paperwork and pamphlets to let people know the memory was of his symbolic home near the little spring. The girls all got to work on and earn another jr ranger badge also.
And how did the Junkin/Sartin journey end...like all good journeys...at Cracker Barrell. One last meal before we headed off to our separate homes. Kids are getting older like my knees...but I think there are more Junkin/Sartin journies up ahead, and can't wait to see what more adventures we will find.
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