The next morning, Wednesday, we awoke to rain and hit the road, left Indiana and arrived at Mammoth Cave National Park in Kentucky just before one o'clock, when a ranger-lead tour was about to start. After listening to admonitions intended to discourage anyone unable to handle steep flights of stairs, tight, claustrophobic environments and vertigo inducing heights, we decided to brave it, only to find the cave itself quite disappointing compared to the
We spent the rest of the afternoon finding our way on small roads through the bluegrass country. We stopped at the Corvette Museum near Bowling Green, but alas, we didn't buy any samples. On to Bardstown, Kentucky, a picturesque town where we dined on local cooking and spent the night. Despite being told -- erroneously, thank heavens -- that Kurtz's restaurant did not serve alcohol, reports of their "famous coconut cream pie" motivated Ron to insist on eating there. Ironically, the pie was the only disappointment of the meal.
In the morning, a walk around Bardstown before it started to rain. The town also hosts the "My Old Kentucky Home State Park" wherein one finds the house which inspired Stephen Foster to write My Old Kentucky Home (see picture). Chimes play "Oh, Susannah" and "I Dream of Jeannie" (though not "Massa's in de Cold Cold Ground") as you stroll the immaculate grounds.
Many bourbon distilleries are close by and we hoped to find time to tour one. We visited Maker's Mark distillery (where we thought of our brother-in-law Sherman) but the tour had just left and we didn't want to wait. On to West Virginia. More to come.
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