Where the Asphalt Ends

On a recent excursion to find the now defunct Louisville Falls Fountain, I encountered my first-ever roadslide and had to turn back. Pro tip– they will not call the police on you if you go looking for it, they’ll get in their pick up truck and chase you off themselves. Scary. (Also, cannibals?)

I never did get to see the thing, but luckily it is visible online in surprisingly high definition. Here it is wedged between an empty barge and the riverbank:

falls fountain

Here is what it looked like during its brief but glorious period of operation:

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