Today, I went to Corbin, Kentucky. Not because it’s the birthplace of KFC (which they claim it is), but for the Corbin Pinball Museum. These guys supposedly have over 100 pinball machines that are maintained for YOU to play. I didn’t actually count, but I don’t doubt it.

What really surprised me was the sheer volume of “recent” machines. I didn’t realize so many games had been created since the year 2000. In fact, I’d guess more than half their pinball collection is post-2000 machines. Which makes sense; that’s what’s available, after all. But if I had a collection of mostly new(er) machines for people to play, I would call it an Arcade, not a Museum. But I will add that they had a placard posted for each machine, giving key info for each game. So definitely Museum-Like.

I’ve been to several “pinball museums” all over the country now. Compared to the others I’ve visited, I’d say this place is about average when it comes to maintenance. The actual collection was pretty eclectic: I saw both new and old machines that I’d never seen before. I always go into these places hoping to find some old favorites that I haven’t played since the 1990s. I found a few of those here. But the more I think about it, the more I like the massive grouping of post-2000 machines. If only I had the time to get to know them all.

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I would like to point out that the “State Resort Park” where I was staying had both cabins and cottages for rent. I don’t remember what the difference is between the two. So, from here on out, I’ll just refer to my lodging as…a cabbage.

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The real reason I wanted lodging in proximity to Cumberland Falls is the moonbow. On nights when the sky is clear and the moon is full, a rainbow forms where moonlight hits the ever-present spray of the waterfall. So, I left my cabbage shortly before midnight and made the short drive to the Cumberland Falls overlooks. Mind you, I had read that there’s really no color to this rainbow due to the relative dimness of the moonlight; thus, they call it a moonbow.

Seeing the moonbow was definitely worthwhile (though my camera refused to even TRY to get any pictures). I thought I saw an occasional flash of color in the moonbow, but it was really just a pale gray arch, barely visible in the fall’s mist. Nevertheless, I found it strangely captivating, and I was very glad I’d made the effort to see it. Getting to/from the overlooks in the dark is not trivial, especially with Parkinson’s, but I made it with not too much difficulty. It was probably around 2 AM when I got back to my cabbage and went to sleep.