This story starts a week or two ago. My wife wanted to get into pottery, and she wanted a particular kind of pottery called raku. She has been very excited about this and her plants, so I let her run with it. First of all, she won a potters wheel in an eBay auction. The sticking point was that the potters wheel was in Plymouth, Indiana, 600 miles away. Then she found a kiln on Craigslist in Anderson, Indiana, somewhat along the way.
So, this past Friday night, a friend and I hopped into his SUV and off we went. Driving at night through Arkansas, Missouri, Illinois and reaching Indiana by daybreak.

We arrived at Plymouth, Indiana about 8:30 and picked up the very heavy, cast iron potters wheel. We threw it into the back of the SUV and off we went. On the way up US31, I saw some aircraft sitting out in a field above a hill. Recognizing one of them as an F-106 Delta Dart, we stopped on our way back. It turned out to be the Grissom Air Museum. They had a wonderful inside display, and over a dozen antique aircraft outside, such as a B-47 Stratojet, F-14 Tomcat, A-10 Warthog, and many others.
Here are some pictures. Click on them for a full size shot. I took them at a very high resolution.








We then continued our journey, arriving at Anderson, Indiana at mid-afternoon. The kiln turned out to be an industrial sized machine, capable of firing several pieces at once. I called my wife while we were there and gave her the model number so she could obtain the manual for it. My wife later told me that this was the biggest model sold by the company. My partner and I then followed the guy we had just bought the kiln from to a storage facility where we picked up a bunch of molds and “furniture” which are disks that separate the pieces being fired from each other.
Now we start our long trip back.
Dragging a U-Haul trailer we picked up in Kokomo, now filled with a kiln, we drove south into Kentucky, and eventually spending the night in a Days Inn in Central City, KY. The only real excitement we had was almost running out of gas along the way. We got well into our reserve because we were dragging that 5×8 loaded trailer up and down the hills of Kentucky.
As another sightseeing point, we stopped off at the Land Between the Lakes and looked at Barkley Dam, here’s a picture of the entrance:

After more hours of driving we finally made it home. Now we got to unload everything, then take the trailer to the U-Haul down the street from me, and we were done!
Forty-four clock hours, over 1,200 miles and six states. All I can say is WOW. And to think I was going to do this alone. I never would have made it by myself.
The parting words of my friend was, “If your wife wants to return this stuff, don’t call me!”