I'm pleased to report that the thought "This experience that I'm having would be fun to blog about!" is starting to hit me more often. Unfortunately, the amount of blog posts I'm actually sitting down to write is not exactly corresponding in a one-to-one relationship with the number of times that thought strikes. Oh well.
At any rate, I'm going to document my experience visiting the reasonably-famous Indiana Stonehenge. Yes, Indiana has a Stonehenge--henges and other fun, stony arrangements are found throughout the world, according to the exquisitely informed Melyngoch and her compatriot, J. (Also: Wikipedia).
It took us about an hour to drive out to the site and another 45 minutes or so to hike up the alleged-haunted Browning Mountain (Looming above the ghost town of Elkinsville! Site of UFO sightings! Spooky!) But when we reached the site, I admit I was a little underwhelmed. It was just some limestone boulders jutting out of a hill. We took the requisite pictures of sacrificing each other and then I noticed some other rock formations about 25 yards away which looked niftier. Turns out THAT was actually Indiana Stonehenge. Oops.
On the way back, we paused at the Indiana StoneHEAD Farmhouse to admire the gardens and sample the raspberries and then headed back to Nashville for some delicious pizza. Ferskner and I topped the evening off with Bruster's ice cream (nutty coconut and peach) and we declared the adventure a resounding success.
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