I got off I-65 in Kentucky this morning at exit 53. Right in the middle of Mammoth Cave territory. As I pulled up to the traffic light, I could look across the road at the Dinosaur Museum. Right there on the right.

I had to turn left.

My heart is broken.

I've passed that exit a dozen times or more in the past year or two, reading the big sign and admiring the (I think) T-rex near the entrance. Huge brow ridges. And stripes. And built before all the experts decided they really walked like birds, so it stands up straight. I wonder how they've changed their literature...

I've thought similar things about other places I've driven by. Like the Ave Maria Grotto. Paradise Gardens. Ghost Town in the Sky (and Guntown Mountain--basically the same kind of place). The Creation Museum. Patti's 1880's Settlement. Pedro's South of the Border.*

And a hundred others.

I used to subscribe to a little magazine called Wonder. One of the featured writers did reviews of side-of-the-road tourist traps. Even then I wanted to do that.

Someday, maybe.
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*At least I saw that one once. In the off season. When most of the attractions were closed. Sigh.