My wife Ellie and I had talked about it for some time and we finally got the chance to spend a few days at Clifty Falls, a state park in southern Indiana.
We went down Sunday and came back Tuesday. We’ve been married nearly 48 years and since it is easy, over that span, to take each other for granted, I thought I would have flowers waiting for her in our room. Last week I called the Clifty Inn where we would be staying and yes, they would take care of putting the flowers in the room if I would order them from a florist. I asked for numbers for some florists in the area and they provided them. The first one I called said they don’t deliver on Sunday so I called the second number. A guy answered the phone and I asked if they could deliver a dozen roses to the Clifty Inn on Sunday. He said no, he couldn’t deliver roses but he could deliver 12 cans of motor oil. I replied that I hadn’t thought of that as a gift. It turns out the number I dialed did belong to the florist at one time but that it now went to a car repair shop. The fellow who answered the phone had received other calls like mine and he was waiting for me. We had a good laugh about that. None of the florists delivered on Sunday so I set it up for some durable flowers to be delivered on Saturday and they would still be fresh on Sunday. All was in order and Ellie loves the flowers. I told her that flowers are nice but they wouldn’t last like motor oil would. After all, what says romance better than a couple of oil changes? She just smiled and said ‘Yes, dear.’
It was rainy when we arrived and overcast when we left but we had a good time. There was one short period of sunshine on Monday evening and three photographers popped out of their rooms at the inn to get some shots. There is a generating station near the inn with three smoke stacks. I liked the soft light on the left stack and in the sky.
It rained most of the time but that didn’t matter, we had a good time. We saw some wild turkeys in the park Monday morning so we stopped to get in a shot. They saw me and headed in the other direction but I clicked anyway. Ellie looked at the shot and said ‘Hey, great turkey butts, Barry!’ They aren’t all mooning me, one is offering a side view.
We spent some time in the city of Madison, which is right next to the park. Our camera club had gone on a field trip to Madison last fall and I wrote about it then. Ellie is a quilter and when she visits a quilt shop, it is a good idea for me to have some way of amusing myself, which in Madison is easy to do if you enjoy photography.
In our initial tour around the park Sunday afternoon we heard a wood thrush. If there is a more beautiful bird call in North America, I don’t know what it is. We didn’t hear another until we were leaving the park Tuesday morning. Great book ends for a very happy time at Clifty Falls.
But the trip wasn’t quite over. We went home by a different route and along the way found Big Oaks National Wildlife Refuge. There wasn’t much to see but this shot was worth the side trip.
We were away a little under 48 hours but we will remember this trip for a long time.