This is the third time I’ve written this post today. WordPress keeps crashing and losing my drafts. The content below has come from a place of increasing anger, and I’m not even sure it makes sense. Here’s what I remember:
The Folksiders’ art market pulled up their Cincinnati stakes and took their wares down to Rabbit Hash, Kentucky in June. Rabbit Hash is known equally well, I think, for both its name and for electing dogs as mayors. It is an unapologetically tiny town with a busy general store, and it sits directly across the Ohio River from the gambling boats in Rising Sun, Indiana. I’ve driven past the town several times but had never stopped in – I didn’t want to stick out too badly as a tourist while the residents were trying to go about their business. So, the art market gave me a good reason to be in the town and blend in with the other yuppies.
There are no parking lots in Rabbit Hash and you are left to your own devices to interpret the seriousness of the homeowners’ No Parking and Absolutely No Parking signs, as you roll your car tires over the edge of the pavement to park in the grass below, between the river and the main road. If a really big event is going on they will barricade their main road and require visitors to park outside of town in any gravel and grass you can find off the sides of the two lane roads that lead in. If you think you might do something embarrassing like get your Smart Car stuck, ask someone else to drive.
The Folksiders’ tagline is “think local, buy yocal” and lots of vendors were there. The usual handmade jewelry and antique pickings were available, but also some great new stuff.
Since everyone needs a piece of Sasquatch lore in their home, we picked up a metal sculpture for our front yard from Oberaw Industries. You can now document official Big Foot sightings when you come over to our place for dinner. You’re welcome.
That’s a snail made out of a turbo charger housing. Get it? Oberaw has a sense of humor.
The general store is where the locals sat and watched us camera-toting, skinny jeans wearers from a safe distance. I suspect this sort of porch sitting happens everyday, as it gives residents the opportunity to both keep an eye on things and also to survey their town proudly. They’ve done a great job keeping Rabbit Hash on the map and it is well worth the 20 minute drive to spend some money in their general store.