Along the Trail … the Bourbon Trail, that is.

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On our finale to our cross country drive and cycling vacation, we had one last stop to make in Kentucky.  See, our son-in-law Mitchell was on a job assignment up there, and we just had to stop in and check it out.  You know, it’s a tough job, but he was up in Kentucky and working on an expansion for Jim Beam … yep, that one … of the Kentucky Bourbon fame!
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As soon as we entered the Jim Beam property, we saw the iconic Jim Beam building and these greenish buildings, which are called rickhouses.  They store the barrels of bourbon-to-be during their aging process.  I’m telling you, I was quite impressed with the number of these buildings … man, there’s a lot of bourbon going on!  In fact, bourbon is going through quite an explosion in its popularity.  In 1964, bourbon was declared as “America’s Native Spirit” through…

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Our Kentucky Home

This blog post about a first visit to Kentucky makes us even more proud of our great state, the people, places and products. There is no place more beautiful than Kentucky in the fall of the year. Fall in Kentucky.

Rambling Ruths

October 13, 2015

Our Final Eastern Destination

Over the Mississippi River into Memphis, Tennessee. Over the Mississippi River into Memphis, Tennessee.

A hop, skip and a jump and we are in Kentucky. A hop, skip and a jump and we are in Kentucky.

A Kentucky barn flies past the window as we make our way to our daughter's town. A Kentucky barn flies past the window as we make our way to our daughter’s town.

We finally arrived in Elizabethtown, Kentucky, last Thursday to visit with our daughter Stephanie and her four children. Neither Randy nor I have ever been to Kentucky or Tennessee which we crossed along the way here. This is our final eastern destination before turning around and heading for home.

All I can say is, for a gal from the very brown desert, the green in this area is an emerald feast for the eyes. As soon as we entered Tennessee, the temperature dropped dramatically and while we passed rolling green hills with cozy farm houses tucked into the pastures, I pictured woman in checkered aprons baking apple pies while…

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