Kentucky Kindness

Day three began with a futile attempt at finding the Purple People Bridge crossing the Ohio River from Cincinnati, OH into Kentucky. After driving in circles for 45 minutes throughout Cincinnati, we drove across a different bridge. It was neat, though sadly, the bridge was not purple.

Once on the open highway, I immediately decided that I liked Kentucky more than Ohio. It had many more trees, was less flat, and it had a 70 MPH speed limit that people did not abuse to an extreme! In fact, it felt like traffic went slower than on highways with a 65 MPH limit. Speaking of highways and driving... I found another trucker friend! We traveled for an hour, maybe more, passing each other out when the need arose. He honked. I waved. It was a special relationship. In fact, he was driving a Kenworth and it might just have been the "Kenworth of my dreams..."

Without needing to drive for too many hours on end today, Kate and I were willing to do a bit of exploring. You can imagine how pleased we were when we saw the sign for the "Kentucky Bourbon Trail" The "spirits" led us to the Jim Beam distillery, right off the highway! Pulling in, Kate commented that the establishment looked like the mining operation in Zorro. The visitor's center and outbuildings were lovely, however. We didn't have time for a tour (Nashville traffic at rush hour? I don't think so...), but an employee personally introduced us to two bourbons: Booker's and Red Stag.

Booker Noe, sixth generation distiller, eternally enjoying his bourbon

We hit Nashville well before rush hour and searched in vain for a nearby battlefield. Thus, the saga continues...