The Carpetbagger would be proud

I mentioned this briefly in episode 14 of Can't Turn it Off. Here's the full story.

I was on a week long road trip in late July/early August with my friends Dave and Jay. Jay flew in and met up with Dave and I at the start of the trip. We picked him up in Chicago and drove to St. Louis. While in St. Louis we went to a Cardinals baseball game. Dave and I have been traveling to a major league ballpark somewhere around the country most summers since 2012, and Jay wanted to join us for part of our trek.

From St. Louis we headed to Atlanta, where we spent a couple of days and watched a Braves game at their new ballpark. Jay flew back to Boston at that point while Dave and I drove indirectly to Cincinnati.

We left Atlanta and drove 100 miles or so north before calling it a night. We didn't have a specific destination in mind, and we wound up in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Our destination the following day: Louisville, Kentucky, where we would spend the night, take in a minor league baseball game and tour the Louisville Slugger bat factory. We didn't have to hurry to Louisville that day, and it was a little less than a five-hour drive.

Dave was doing the driving on this trip, and he likes to take secondary routes occasionally. I mapped out our options and learned that if we opted for state highways instead of the interstate, the estimated travel time was about 20 minutes longer. Dave was sold, we took the road less traveled through Tennessee and Kentucky that day, and saw interesting things we'd never have encountered had we stuck to the freeway.

As we wound our way through the hills of Tennessee, and eventually Kentucky, we didn't pass through many major cities. It was after noon when we finally reached an area that had more than a local cafe. I don't remember where we were, but there were a handful of chain restaurants to be found in the vicinity. We hadn't eaten much for breakfast that morning, so I was eager to stop. Dave didn't seem that interested in any of the restaurants, so we kept going, much to my disappointment.

About an hour later our indirect route was leading us to the freeway for the last stretch of the drive into Louisville. Once we hit the freeway I knew it wouldn't be long before we found a major exit with multiple dining options. And as predicted, we soon saw signs for several restaurants at an upcoming exit. Dave and I both appreciate Cracker Barrel, and for the second time that week we had lunch there.

Our entire week's itinerary revolved around going to baseball games in four cities, (Cincinnati was our final destination before heading home,) seeing a couple of tourist attractions in a couple of those cities and driving hundreds of miles from one destination to the next. Our trip started and ended in Milwaukee. We drove approximately 1,900 miles during that eight-day round trip. (And I had an extra 600 miles of driving between Minneapolis and Milwaukee to start and end my trip.)

There wasn't time for visiting roadside attractions or tourist traps between our destinations.

And yet we took and extra 20 minutes out of our day following lunch at Cracker Barrel so that I could geek out.

In episode 6 of the Can't Turn it Off podcast I interviewed Jacob the Carpetbagger, a vlogger who visits roadside attractions, abandoned buildings and other places of interest. One of the things we talked about was Jacob's visits to Funtown Mountain, a longtime tourist attraction in Cave City, Kentucky, that has fallen on hard times in recent years. It had a rather bizarre re-opening, and closing, in 2015, and today is boarded up, likely to never receive a new lease on life, at least as visitors have known it for more than four decades.

Funtown Mountain is visible from the freeway as you pass through the Cave City, but I had no way of knowing that. As a matter of fact, I couldn't have recalled that Funtown Mountain was in Cave City. Visiting the remnants of the amusement park/tourist attraction that Jacob has visited a few different times, both during its 2015 rebirth and after the fact, was the furthest thing from my mind during my travels through Kentucky.

And then we exited for lunch at Cracker Barrel that afternoon, an hour or so later than I wanted to be eating lunch. And where was that Cracker Barrel? Cave City, Kentucky. I'll bet my face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning when I first saw the surprise across the freeway as we were heading up the exit ramp.

I told Dave we had to drive over to the other side of the freeway after lunch so I could get a closer look at the remnants of an amusement park I had never heard of a year earlier, yet was so fascinated by thanks to Jacob's videos.

So after lunch we ventured over to the base of the mountain. There's a service road that leads to a parking lot at the base of the mountain, and there wasn't any activity in the vicinity. I'm pretty sure the service road exists solely for access to the amusement park.

Dave parked his car in front of a cable or chain that prevented access to the parking lot, I jumped out of the car, disregarded "no trespassing" signs posted at the entrance and wandered across the parking lot to take a few pictures at the base of the mountain.

I can't say what all existed at the base of the mountain, but there were a few different buildings there. I think the buildings at the base of the mountain were primarily for selling tickets to the amusement park or souvenirs from the park. Most of the attractions were at the top of the mountain, and you rode a chair lift up the mountain to access them. (Clearly the mountaintop attractions could also be reached by some sort of road that wound its way up the mountain, although you wouldn't realize that at the base of the mountain.)

The chairs have all been removed from the chairlift, and the doors and windows of the buildings at the base are boarded up. I didn't walk around the back of the buildings or look for a busted open door that would allow access to the building. I wasn't concerned about getting busted for trespassing, but I didn't want to make Dave wait 30 minutes for me to explore the area. Besides, I doubt there was much of interest to see inside the building at this point. With one exception.

There was one attraction, at the base of the mountain, oddly. There's a haunted house at the base, and Jacob shot video inside of it after Funtown Mountain closed again in 2015. Is it possible that some of the old props and decorations remain in place, still? Some of them were indeed still there when Jacob toured it.

My hunch, there wouldn't have been much to see had I been able to get inside, and I didn't have a flashlight. I'll bet it's rather dark inside that building.

I would love to explore the inside of any of those buildings at the base of the mountain. More than that, I'd love to see what it looks like at the top of the mountain, where buildings recreated the look and feel of the old west, and empty spots indicate where amusement rides use to entertain the masses.

None of that was in the cards that Thursday afternoon in Cave City. I had to settle for snapping a few pictures of the buildings as I trespassed on the grounds of the once-popular tourist attraction.

But I was tickled to see it for myself, even if for only a handful of minutes during a 1,900-mile road trip. And I have the Carpetbagger to thank for making that otherwise uneventful afternoon so memorable. Thanks, Jacob!

Visit Jacob the Carpetbagger's YouTube channel for videos from Funtown Mountain, or check out a great variety of photos of this site during its heyday, and in its sad state of disrepair, by doing an image search for "Funtown Mountain."

This is where you would hop aboard a chair lift for a ride to the top of Funtown Mountain. Why is the first V purple? The sign use to say Relive the Old West.

Looking at the chair lift boarding area from the front, with the chair lift, sans chairs, leading up the mountain. 

Same chair lift building, different angle.

Perhaps calling it a mountain is a bit generous. But Funtown Hill doesn't have the same ring.

Why is the F red? For most of its existence it was known as Guntown Mountain.

I'm not sure if this was a restaurant, a gift shop or something else. Pictures I've seen online suggest it was a "trading post."

I did not look around the back of any of these buildings. I wish I had, who knows what I would have found.

The foliage has grown quite a bit around Funtown during the past couple of years.

During Funtown's attempted revival in 2015, the owner sort of lost his marbles. He reportedly vandalized the property one night while it was open for business, splattering paint in the parking lot and on a building. The paint splatter seen here is presumably his work from two years prior.

Another paint splatter that I would presume was the work of the former owner. Online photos suggest this building was a traditional gift shop that also sold country hams.

And finally, a very short video of the site. I really should have taken a better video of the grounds than this. You can see the Haunted Hotel to the left of the building at the beginning. The red building and the chair lift are to the right when the video ends.

Meet Harold Mintz

Episode 11 of Can't Turn it Off featured a living kidney donor.

Harold Mintz told an amazing story about how he came to the decision to donate a kidney to a woman he didn't know.

What I didn't talk about is how I met Harold.

I don't think I have mentioned it, but by day I'm a newspaper reporter. I've been a reporter for more than 20 years. I cover a little of everything, and sometimes I enjoy it.

I was invited to hear Harold speak to a group of students at a Bloomington, Minnesota, high school. I was told it was a good story, but I wasn't convinced that regurgitating Harold's story was something I wanted to do. I have some flexibility in deciding how I spend my time, and I could have easily declined the invitation. I could have gone about other business that Friday morning and forgotten about Harold forever.

Whatever the reason, I said yes to the invitation and showed up at the high school that Friday morning in February. I listened to him speak for about 45 minutes, and typed like a mad man. There was no audio recording of his presentation to transcribe, I captured everything I could during that one sitting.

Harold was giving three presentations to students during three consecutive hours that morning. So after talking briefly with Harold between classes, I stuck around long enough to take pictures to accompany the article.

I left the school 90 minutes after I arrived, and wound up with one heck of a story. I also realized it was an incredible story that I wanted to share with those who don't read my newspaper. Having recently started my podcast, I knew Harold's story would be a perfect fit for what I'm trying to do.

Fast forward a few months and I'm interviewing Harold by phone, revisiting the story I had written, and presenting it with a bit of a twist to the way he normally presents it. Harold may not have given me the gift of life that night, but I was humbled by the generosity with which he gave of his time.

I hope you enjoyed his story half as much as I did. If you'd like to revisit Harold's story, as written by me, it's available online.

And I'm happy to note that you can now see the documentary about Harold's kidney donation by visiting Harold's Kidney website.

I think about Harold's story periodically. He lives in California. I live in Minnesota. We may never cross paths again, but I will never forget his story, and I'm better off for it. I hope you can say the same.