I couldn’t go by Paducah and NOT go to The National Quilt Museum!

It did seem ironic, however, to show up purely by chance in the middle of Quilt Week. I’d wanted to go to Paducah Quilt Week, the grandmother of all quilt shows, for decades but never had the time or money. And here I was! Could I see the show? Nope! Thanks to Moe and Scooby, who would have a) died in a hot car or b) torn the entire camper apart if I dared spend an entire day at a a quilt show.

I did tour the museum, which was an amazing visual feast, full of quilts by master artists that I’d only ever seen pictures of. I stayed as long as I could, allowed myself to be content with that, and vowed to return sans animals.

Then it was off across the Ohio River into Illiinois, and Lake Glendale, in the Shawnee National Forest.