Monday we checked out of French Lick Hotel and hurried to catch a ride on the trolley.....(though I was caught without water in the midst of a gnarly acid reflex attack.....too much BBQ sauce the night before?)
Soon we were in our car and driving through limestone hills
Spring Mill is an authentic southern Indiana pioneer village of 100 people in the early 1800's centered around the grist mill run by a huge water wheel.
water runs in from a never freezing spring 
Souvenir bag of fresh Indiana corn meal to enjoy in Washington
a working loom.....and a working loom lady..house erected in 1816
pointed fencea focus of many fairy tales....
a
rope bed
I remember swinging on tree ropes like these with my foster brother, Jim, when I was in early grade school......
this chair made out of those ropes?
George Korber 93
Joan (Sally) 83
No trip to Indy is complete without a burger at
Cheeseburger in Paradise....
chocolate nachos.....
Oh, Yah!!
Time to wave goodbye to Indy for another year......
On to Milwaukee.....
This has been a good 2 "bit of Indy history" days in the life of Grandma G.
"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation." (Psalms 17:18)
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