Aug 272019

Note: Yesterday, as every day this week will be, was spent at doctor appointments, getting X-Rays, and picking up prescriptions. When did we get old and feeble? I don’t remember seeing anything about that in my contract when I signed on. With that being said, I just didn’t have the oomph to write a blog for today, but I thought you might enjoy this post from 2012 about a fun, off the beaten path day trip we took to an interesting little town.

We were staying at Horseshoe Lakes Thousand Trails near Batesville, Indiana and felt like a road trip, so we piled in the truck with our pals Greg and Jan White and drove across the Ohio River to the charming little hamlet of Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.

You’ve got to want to get to Rabbit Hash because the place is so far off the beaten path that their mayor is a dog! I didn’t make that up, check the Rabbit Hash website if you don’t believe me.

But apparently a lot of people do want to get there, especially bikers. The narrow two-lane road through town was lined with motorcycles when we arrived. And I don’t blame them, the twisty roads leading into town are perfect for a motorcycle ride on a crisp Fall day.

But if you don’t like adventuring on two wheels, maybe this beautiful old Chevrolet Super Sport is more your style.

Like so many of the small towns along her path, Rabbit Hash owes her very life to the Ohio River. Settled in the early 1800s, it was a trading center for farmers throughout the region. Unfortunately, the river was too shallow on this side to allow steamboats to land safely, so much of the river traffic was diverted to Rising Sun, Indiana, directly across the river. A ferry operated between the two towns, giving Rabbit Hash citizens access to the rest of the world. Today a riverboat casino on the Indiana side of the river is a popular attraction.

Rabbit Hash was also an important stop on the Underground Railroad, and many slaves owed their freedom to the courage and dedication of the brave men and women who lived here and risked their very lives to help them escape.

The Rabbit Hash General Store is the centerpiece of the community, its crowded aisles filled with everything from souvenirs and snack foods to antiques and all kinds of other little treasures you didn’t know you couldn’t live without until you saw them.

We spent a couple of hours poking around Rabbit Hash and then headed back across the river to Indiana. There’s something interesting to see around every bend in these country roads, whether it be an old pickup truck that’s seen better days, or a rustic old barn doing its best to stand upright for another season.

A lot of the barns around here have quilt designs painted on them and Terry told me you can actually find brochures with a self-guided driving tour in some of the visitor centers. We will have to give that a try one of these days.

Back at the campground we were all tired from our day exploring, and added new deposits to our memory banks.

Thought For The Day – When somebody tells me to stop living in the past, I tell them, “But the cars were so much cooler back then!”

Nick Russell

World-Famous, New York Times Best Selling Author, and All-Around Nice Guy!

  2 Responses to “Road Trip To Rabbit Hash”

  1. Nice old town America – thanks for sharing!

  2. I feel for you Nick I have spent the whole summer going to every doctor they could think of. Have got some answers, still think all my problems are lyme disease. Was in remission for 7 years, but has hit again. I hope you get some relief and answers soon. I know it’s hard to get out of bed every morning. Hugs we all need hugs.

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