I forgot to mention in my last entry that US36 roughly follows the route of the Pony Express and we saw several roadside life-size metal cutouts and statues of Pony Express riders galloping westward during our drive. Also, US36 is one of the smoothest stretches of road we've ever traveled in the coach. There are some very rough sections of Interstate throughout the country and it was a pleasure to glide so smoothly along one of the lesser traveled secondary highways.
So... we all know who shot Abraham Lincoln - but do you know who shot the man who shot Abraham Lincoln?
His Name was Boston Corbett. After Lincoln's assassination Corbett's army regiment was sent to apprehend John Wilkes Booth. Booth was supposed to be taken alive but Corbett later claimed Booth aimed his carbine at him, prompting him to shoot Booth with his Colt revolver. Yeeeah.
Well, that's not the end of the story. After his stint in the military, Corbett sorta went off the rails - making a series of ill-advised life decisions including self castration with a pair of scissors.
Ouch.
It's really kind of a fascinating story and you should take a few minutes to read his Wikipedia bio.
He relocated to the Kansas prairie, dug a hole in the ground and threatened to shoot locals he thought were disobeying God's will. Check out his story on Roadside America. It's a hoot.
So as it turns out, Rocky Pond Park, where we spent Tuesday & Wednesday nights, was just a hop, skip and a jump from the spot where the Boy Scouts of America erected a monument to the crazy bastard back in 1958. Etched in stone were directions to the Corbett hole: "60 yards due south". I'm a pretty fair judge of distance, but even with the aid of my compass app, neither Suzanne nor I was able to locate anything in the adjoining cow pasture resembling a man-made cranny.
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