Monday, August 30, Day 53 6203 miles
We woke up in Florida to our first sunny morning in a week, so what do we do? We leave paradise and head toward our next hamfest in North Carolina. The extreme wind and rain we have experienced so far is just not enough for us. We want the ultimate in weather....Hurricane Earl, here we come.
When I wrote you last, we were on our way to Kentucky. The rolling green hills were manicured and neatly partitioned into palatial equestrian ranches. We saw an occasional grazing horse and it felt tranquil, looked beautiful and made me long for a mint julip. On Friday we met some fans of QRZ who entertained us at a fabulous steak house in Lexington. They returned with us to our campground for after dinner drinks which made our home on wheels feel tres chic. Saturday we drove through Woodford County, the home of all things Woodford including the Woodford Reserve Distillery. Since it is Fred's favorite bourbon, we had to stop for a tour and a taste. Our next accommodations were not quite so cosmopolitan. We were on generator at the VFW fairgrounds in Lawrenceburg, enduring yet another furious thunderstorm. Fred spoke at the hamfest in the morning and by noon we were on the road to Nashville. I hope you get a kick out of the wide variety of pictures here.
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| Woodford County, Kentucky |
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| Entrance to someone's "Old Kentucky Home" |
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| The Woodford Distillery |
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| Yum - products made by the Woodford Parent Company |
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| Our "New Kentucky Home", Lawrenceburg |
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Fred learning about antique radios from his new friends  Close up of 3 antiques |
from the road:
-robin
So, who would have thought there is a distillery way down that beautiful road! My mom tried to convince me I'd missed the turn. She had thought the closer we got the leaves on the trees would be turning black with soot.
ReplyDeleteThose Thoroughbred barns are nicer than most folks houses.
The Woodford property is a gorgeous journey. Down the road a bit is the defunct Old Taylor Distillery, built to resemble a castle. They don't build them like that anymore.
p.s. When in Versailles, KY you pronounce the ll's.