We drove along the Ohio River as we headed toward Indiana, across the river from us was Kentucky and from the Ohio side of the river the grass did appear much greener on the other side. Eventually we picked up Highway 56 which was the scenic route and Tom Tom was not happy. At least we were not on an Interstate anymore.
Somewhere along the way our road was closed and there was a detour sign showing us an alternate route. The detour was awesome, we were weaving along a two lane road past countless farms and up and down hill after hill that made you loose your stomach. This was almost like a roller coaster without the drop and the ticket price.
We passed very few people along our route but we did pass an Amish coupe in a horse drawn buggy headed in the opposite direction. They waved to us in unison as we passed and we all waved back. They seem like such great people.
We were 20 minutes from our campground and still in the middle of nowhere, giggling over each hill and watching the farms go by. Then we were in a small town. It happened so fast, suddenly civilization. Then we pulled into Clifty Falls State Park and we were back in the woods. We stopped at the first of two overlooks to see the gorge and a waterfall in the distance, then checked in to our campsite and put up the tent.