For most of the hourlong drive from our hotel outside Santa Claus, Indiana (it was properly in Tell City, at a hotel on the top of a precariously steep hill) to Louisville there wasn't anything remarkable going on. Nothing alarming. There were a few little sprinkles of rain, the kind that make my car dirtier than it was before water fell. There was the annoying tendency of bunny_hugger's coffee cup lid to come off in her hand. The hotel's coffee cups were short enough to disappear into my cupholders and somehow she kept getting lids that didn't secure. Irritating but just ... annoying.
Still, there weren't traffic jams. Nor obvious signs of traffic. There were nice clear roads and no signs of anything but. Even as we turned into downtown Louisville the roads were as quiet as you expect downtown city streets to be on a Saturday morning. Even in the last mile before the convention center/amusement park parking lot there wasn't any traffic to speak of. We would barely know there even were upwards of forty million people crowding out every hotel room within an hour of this spot.
Not fully, though. There was a heavy stream of cars coming in, mostly for the National Rifle Association convention, some for Kentucky Kingdom. The parking lot attendants were in good form for this, though. They were abundant and well-coordinated and directed us to ... OK, not the main parking lot, nor the secondary lot, nor the lot past that, but to a little spot of parking lot on the far end of that. Still, smoothly managed; we were impressed. And we were obviously near the park. The water park's taller slides were just over the fence from our lot. All we had to do was find the entrance.
Which ... might be a while. There was a shuttle bus running, but we weren't sure if it would take people to the amusement park rather than the gun convention. We asked one of the parking docents and he explained how if we walked back the way we came we'd eventually see on our left a big flag --- no, not that one that we see, a different big flag --- and we just had to walk that way. My car was left near the back of the park, and we could walk around about half the perimeter of the place. And discover the culvert separating the parking lots from the road every car was entering from, past which was the main parking lot, past which was the promised flag and entrance to the park.
So, yes, bit of a hike, with one patch that went across a heavy stream of traffic. And then another large, nearly filled parking lot. And as far as it's possible to make out these things, it looked like a light crowd sort of day: no big mobs at the entry booth or anything.
And the bit of good news mentioned last night? After several years closed, Kentucky Kingdom has been trying to rebuild its amusement-park industry presence. One of the things they're doing is offering discounted tickets to people coming from out of state. bunny_hugger discovered this while reading their Facebook page the night before, as she tried figuring out whether they guessed traffic would be at all passable. The discout includes people who're just from over the border in Indiana and Ohio; their Facebook Presence Person reassured someone from Indiana that their state counted as 'out of Kentucky'. The discount also applied to people who're from all the way over in Michigan. The two of got in, for two-day tickets, for not much more than the posted price for a single in-state visitor. I admit the economics of this are a little baffling and I imagine there's got to be something comparable that in-state residents get to take advantage of.
Still, it's hard to beat a deal like that to get in. The only down side: the roller coasters weren't open.Trivia: The Dow Jones industrial average saw an eighty percent gain between December 1914 and December 1915. Source: The First World War, Hew Strachan. </p>
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