The Riverboat Inn is a good refuge for the weary traveler. Small, old fashion rooms, a place to sit in the shade to read or work on the computer, a stunning view of the bridge of which the on and off ramps had been exploded less than a week ago. It felt a bit wobbly when I crossed it.
The owner ready for the week end entertainment, which was good, yet the fog climbing out of the valleys and rising from the Ohio was the true spectacle to me.
The vague light, the warmth of a May evening, night falling, is what enchanted me. The fish in the Shrimp restaurant is fresh, the town post colonial with a lot of antique shops: glass work, quilts, old toys and the bridge in the changing moods of the days.
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