The Creation Museum, Petersburg, KY

Grace on one of  the swinging bridges in the Botanical Gardens. Tip--don't go when there's a group of rowdy teenagers on the bridge.

Evangel, after she figured out why my camera kept telling me to go in the direction of the arrow. Oh, the Panorama mode.

The zebroids in the Petting Zoo. 

Not too sociable if you don't have feed to give them. 

If you do, it's scoop and turn away, ungrateful wretches.

The bookstore on the inside of the museum. Hopefully the winged monster hovering over the door doesn't spot me as I slink under him.

Skeleton bookworm (that's what can happen when you're so engrossed in reading that you forget to eat!), ignoring the ape, who is NO KIN to him. Couldn't figure how to turn this picture.

Our group scattered among the scary beasties. There were quite a few Mennonites there that day.

Dining on the porch of Noah's Cafe and catching up on news of the family. A Kenyan family Paul talked to were excited to learn that he is the chalk art evangelist they watch on Family Television in their country. What are the chances...?

Archaeology supports the Bible, although listening to evolutionists like the Leakeys, you'd never guess it.

There, now tell me where your teeth hurt, and...OUCH, GIMME MY FINGERS BACK!!

 

An extinct critter in the Garden of Eden. Eating fruit, I presume. 

"Oh, Adam, you're the only man for me...."

 

The choice that changed mankind forever.

 

Isaiah, Moses, and the Psalmist make a cameo appearance.

Even Methuselah took out time from his busy schedule to drop in. Do heed the prohibition on the fruit. Remember Eve, above.

My favorite section of the museum, Noah's Ark.

They are building a full-sized model in Hebron, KY, 

as part of a theme park. 

Storage rooms. And maybe the game room, who knows?

The family/dining room.

A fossilized clutch of segnosaur dinosaur eggs. Omelet, anyone?

Earth's time of confusion: the Tower of Babel.

The Lone Ranger rides again, astride her trusty steed, Gomer.

Lovely blooms in the garden. Not Eden.

A shot of the front sign as we leave. The dark sky is what was left of a heavy downpour (with hail) and nearby tornado. I had finally tired of waiting for the downpour to end, and took off my sandals, dashing for the car. Of course by the time I drove the car out of the parking lot to pick up Grace, the rain had ended and instead, people were pouring out of the museum and into the parking lot. The hotel was two states away, but only a little over 16 miles. However,  due to a tractor trailer wreck on I-275, we sat in the car for at least two and a quarter hours before a couple of trucks moved sufficiently for us to sneak out and hit Exit 16. But the wait wasn't that bad--the temperature had dropped from the 90's to the 70's; we had books; and there were peaches left over from what we brought up from SC.

We had already passed an accident shortly before this, that had a pickup hanging over the concrete barriers. We were very thankful to the Lord for the storm which kept us out of harm's way.

You know you're in the South when you see a water tower with the word "y'all" on it!