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I've driven the length of US 41 along the western Indiana border more times than I care to remember. Going this way usually means I'm in a hurry to get somewhere, though, so this was only the second time I managed to stop here. The first time was just after a winter storm when everything was covered in about an inch of ice, and the monument and visitor center were closed, so this was the first time I actually saw the site. This is the George Rogers Clark National Historical Park in Vincennes, Indiana, about halfway between Evansville and Terre Haute. (And if you dream of living a dead life of drudgery immersed in Midwestern bleak, imagine living halfway between Evansville and Terre Haute.) The park sits along the east bank of the Wabash River on the former site of Fort Sackville, which always struck me as a pessimistic name for a fort. You see in this photo the entirety of the park, other than a small parking lot off to the left. This is one of those odd national park units that doesn't make a bit of sense to me. I could see designating this as a national memorial. Calling it a national historical park is really stretching things.

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