MEA weekend my two daughters and I went on a long overdue family vacation. In the initial planning phase we considered the traditional Disneyland vacation, but chose instead to visit my sister and her family in Kentucky.
This was Kaya (10 years) and Julia’s (8 years) first airplane experience. The basic airport security check was a little unnerving for them, but that was soon forgotten. They had no trouble flying. Their favorite part of flying was the take-off, landing, and the turbulence.
When you fly into Lexington’s Bluegrass Airport, the logical first sight is the racetrack, being conveniently located directly across the street. Keenland is a horse track only open for a couple of weeks, twice a year. I had done my homework, and made sure our visit was during the racing season.
Two years ago I went and won $4.60. This year I was up to about $35 in winnings. Although this barely paid for refreshments, I’m satisfied with my meager improvement. I’m still working on my strategy.
We spent six days there, traveling around Kentucky quite a bit. Insider traveler tip: skip Shelbyville. One of Kaya and Julia’s favorite parts of the vacation was visiting an arcade type restaurant where they rammed the heck out of each other on the bumper cars. An experience they’ve since tried to re-create on roller skates with hockey sticks.
We visited the Science Museum in Louisville, some underground caves, and went on a ghost walk. Before the ghost walk, we watched a slide show presentation highlighting our tour guide’s haunted encounters. (Complete with audio.) Our guide, Starr, is a certified ghost hunter. She also teaches a ghost hunting certification class at the local college and has the only store in Kentucky with all the essentials any up-and-coming ghost hunter would need. This seems a relatively untapped and lucrative profession. Starr walked us around the haunted district of Bardstown. (About a block.) We visited a graveyard and an old tavern rumored to be haunted by Jessie James and apparently also a hot spot for local wedding receptions. We learned all about spirit “mists” and “orbs.” An orb is a floating bubble type shape invisible to the untrained eye, but magically shows up on photographs. The rare colored orb indicates a spirit with great personality. The girls burned through most of their film on the ghost walk. I had my digital camera and was surprised to see some orbs show up in a few of my pictures.
All of the pictures with orbs were taken in very dim light or outside in the dark of night. I had a theory that this was a phenomenon that occurred when you take pictures in the dark. The night we arrived home, I tested my theory. The girls had gone to bed and I turned out all the lights in the house. I took pictures in their bedrooms, and even ventured into our basement to snap a few. The outcome was inconclusive. I caught what may be an orb over one of the girl’s beds, but that was it. I can only assume that the orbs, like the birds, have gone South for the winter.
Since the trip, my daughter, Julia, has informed me that in addition to being a teacher and the president, she is now considering being a ghost hunter when she grows up.
All kidding aside, the best part of the trip was visiting my sister Diane, her husband Danny, and their 1-1/2-year-old girl, Emma Marie. (Not coincidentally, my middle name is also Marie.) I am grateful to have enough time with my little sister for us to still get sick of each other.
I miss them terribly.