A (Very Brief) Stop in Cincinnati, the Queen City
There’s nothing quite like being out on the road, and that’s where I find myself this morning, as I write this post from the cozy confines of a hotel room in downtown Cincinnati. Yes, you read that right — I’m currently plopped down in Ohio, the state I regularly bash as America’s worst (though Wallet Hub’s recently-released list of 2019’s Most Fun States would argue otherwise).
But there’s no need to worry, friends, because we’ll soon be on our way to our final destination: Greenville, South Carolina, where an aunt and uncle of mine have lived for a little over a year now. Prior to our arrival there this evening, I’m sure it doesn’t hurt to share what we’ve been up to so far, though, right? That’s presumably the point you clicked on this post in the first place, after all.
After working overnight and getting a scant two hours of sleep or so, I piled into my little Chevy Cruze with my brother and my son and we took off from West Michigan just before 1 p.m. Wednesday. Our route saw us through rural parts of Michigan, Indiana, and Ohio, as well as a KFC boasting a buffet (not a common thing as far as I know, but perhaps I’m just ignorant), before we arrived in the Queen City, home of the Reds, the Bengals, and the Bearcats, not to mention the American Sign Museum and the Purple People Bridge, a pedestrian-only crossing that connects the city with Newport, Kentucky, across the Ohio River.
Getting into town just after 7 p.m. didn’t give us too much time to do many tourist-y things, nor did the light rain help, but we did manage to check out a small sample size of the riverfront in between Paul Brown Stadium and Great American Ball Park. During the couple of hours we spent down there we hopped on the (slightly-overpriced) SkyStar, checked out Anderson Pavilion, walked just far enough across the John. A Roebling Suspension Bridge that we could say we were in Kentucky, and played some giant chess.
When it came time for dinner, we gave the fine establishments on East Freedom Way the once over. From Condado Tacos and Holy Grail Tavern & Grille to Tin Roof and Jefferson Social, there were plenty of tantalizing options. But for whatever reason, relaxing back at the hotel with a fresh pie from Domino’s sounded absolutely perfect (a little lame, I know).
I’d stay and chat a little longer, but we’ve got another long day of driving ahead of us and it’s just about that time. Stay frosty, my friends.