I'd been on Noah's Ark all of 20 minutes when the question that hung over every step was finally put to me: "Do you believe?"
It came from a man named Travis, who wore a Captain America T-shirt and had an excitable look in his eye. He was touring the new, five-story Ark Encounter in Williamstown, Ky., with his wife and daughters after driving three hours from central Indiana.
We stood on the ark's second floor, in front of a display about the Garden of Eden, and Travis had just explained to one of his girls that some people believe the fabled garden still exists. Maybe it's in the Bermuda Triangle, he said. Or near the Euphrates River. Or it might be suspended somewhere between heaven and Earth.
He spoke with such certainty that I interrupted, asking if I'd heard right. Travis said yes and repeated the story. Then he asked, right there, in front of his girls and Adam and Eve: Do I believe?
Travis meant the question in the big way and the little. Did I believe the story of Noah's Ark? That Adam and Eve had been banished from the Garden of Eden? That it could be in the Bermuda Triangle? That we are descended from an all-powerful, all-knowing God?
I offered the most honest, least alienating answer I could: I don't quite believe. But I don't exactly not believe.
See it to believe it
I was glad he'd asked, because I'd wondered the exact same thing about nearly everyone at the 510-foot-long, 51-foot-high, $100 million version of Noah's Ark that opened in a rolling Kentucky field in July.
There was the family of five from Columbus, Ohio, munching snacks in their van after four hours on the ark. After eating, they planned to return. There were the women leaving the ark as I prepared to board, bags from the gift shop dangling from their hands.