Today, Gwenda and I took a short trip up US 68 to the Blue Licks Battlefield State Resort Park.
Located in a formerly strategic bend of the Licking River, the salt springs in the area have made the area kind of a white hot focal point in Kentucky history. What this has to do with late 19th century safety bicycles is a bit of mystery, but hey, they had one leaning against the wall in the unattended basement of the museum.
In addition to being the sight of the "Last Battle of the Revolutionary War (in Kentucky)," which occurred, natch, about ten months after Cornwallis' surrender at Yorktown (nobody ever tells us anything), Blue Licks was where the incident with Daniel Boone and the Saltmakers occurred, with the death of Israel Boone and the "turncoat" Boone being adopted by the Shawnee of Ohio and being renamed "Big Turtle" and all that stuff. The Battle of Blue Licks was after Boone had turned his coat back again and he was present there for the sound thumping the Brits handed the Kentuckians. Boone escaped the carnage by swimming downstream and then 
hightailing it out of the area along a path right around where Gwenda took this picture of a birch tree.
Later the Blue Licks became a popular spa area, and at some point people started digging up the bones of giant sloths and mastodons, so with the battle and the fossil teeth and period advertisements for "taking the cure" all taken together, the museum at the park is quite the weird, dusty little treasure trove.
Oh, and it turns out Cthulu was from Kentucky. Who knew?