As with every roadtrip we embark on, we always seem to bite off more than we can chew on day one. Without fail. Tell me I’m not alone in this, please. We left New Hampshire on Monday morning with every intent of being on the road at 9 AM. Naturally, that didn’t happen, but we did get on the road by 10:15 AM with a solid goal of making it to Findlay Lakes, NY by nightfall. Spoiler alert: it was well past nightfall. But, I digress. This post is about our 4th of July in Gas City, Indiana – and how we happened upon this little gem of a town.
How We Spent Our 4th of July in Gas City, Indiana
Day one of our journey was just shy of 600 miles; yes, we pushed it too hard, and yes, we got there just a little before midnight. We stayed in a quaint little Airbnb – this Findlay Lakes, NY Airbnb, to be exact – and it was adorable, but we barely got to enjoy it. We’d already booked a room for the night of the 4th of July in Bowling Green, KY, but Ryan and I looked at each other after quite literally falling into bed and said, “nope.” Not happening.
So, early on the morning of the 4th, we canceled our Bowling Green hotel and aimed for Muncie, Indiana instead. There were no rooms available, but there were pet rooms in a tiny little town called Gas City, Indiana. Yes, we giggled because we’re mature. We booked it because it had a pool for the kids to play in. We loved it because we found out it’s located on North Beaner Blvd. Literally too good to be true.
Why is it Called Gas City, Indiana?
For what it’s worth, I absolutely googled the name. Gas City, Indiana is the self-proclaimed “original boom town,” due to natural gas being found there in 1887. The name stuck. I’m still curious about Beaner Blvd. though. Did someone just have a great sense of humor? Either way, I’m here for it.
Gas City, Indiana might be quaint, but the hotel had a pool, it plays host to a distinctly British eatery called “Payne’s Restaurant” and is known for its fish and chips. Yes, we went there on the 4th of July to be ironic and eat good food. No, we didn’t get to eat there. It closed early for the 4th, and we ended up at Cracker Barrel. Oh, the irony.
Ultimately, spending the 4th of July in Gas City was such a treat. After a day of driving, they got to play in the pool. They ate an (arguably) all-American eatery and loved every second of playing checkers on the porch. The kids got to see a real fireworks display for the first time ever, and they even got to catch fireflies. For the record, I haven’t seen lightning bugs since I was little in New Jersey, so it was a real treat. And now…onto the next state!
Tell me – how was your 4th of July?