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I'm about 100 miles north of there, and it is.
I'm here and it is. regards, Alemaster
Damn straight the land is beautiful!The air is fresh, the farmland lush, the horses are legend, the people are grand, and Baffert is king! I'll Be sure and toss one back for you, your readers, and Medina Spirit, a tiny horse with a giant heart!Triple Crown here we come, cheers!
I've been there, and it is.
I'm just a hop, skip and a jump from Bourbon land. I rarely drink the stuff anymore, but the countryside is fantastic and the locals hard working people. Sadly the cities are infested by North-East liberals who are turning them into the same shitholes as many others where they came from.
I lived in south eastern Kentucky through Junior High and High School. I learned in that time that Louisville is a mid-sized Midwestern city located on the wrong side of the Ohio River. The rest of the state pretty much despises Louisville and all its works.
Went to the Jack Daniels Distillery once and took the tour. The aroma of the charcoal filtering room is heavenly.
SACRILAGE!....and on a sunday??!!Tennessee is not Kentucky any more than Jack Danial's whiskey is Jim Beam Bourbon!But alas we are a gracious folk here so say three Hail Craigs and down a bottle of Buffalo Trace and all is forgiven!
Buffalo Trace my favorite since you can't get Pappy here.
As a native Kentuckian who has enjoyed this "Nectar of the Gods," and as someone who has retired back to the gently rolling countrysides, I'd encourage everyone to visit, savor a sip or three and relax.
Just remembered, I lived in Kentucky twice.The first time was at Ft Knox when I went in the army (basic) and the 2nd time (7 months) was at Ft Campbell when I got out. Didn't care for the first time but the 2nd time was great.
I did boot at Knox too, up misery and down agony, can't say that I like Kentucky much then either.Best story I can remember about that time involved C-1-1 and a gut truck. I was 2nd platoon squad leader and we were wrung out from from humping 105 rounds in and out the track for main gun qualification. (Original M1 had the 105mm British main gun.)Anyway, the rest of charlie company is behind us slogging up the hill like zombies when the gut truck finally pulls up. It is cold, miserable, and we are dead tired, nobody says a word.Driver is a small Japanese guy, jumps out, grunts and acknowledgment at us, opens the back panel, opens the side panel, walks back around to the back panel and reaches for the coffee cups in response to my pointing.I get a cup, Caufeld gets a cup, alphabet (there is one in every outfit I reckon) gets a cup, and kid from 3rd platoon gets a cup. The propane burner blows out in the howling wind.Guy who runs the truck, says "ooh", reaches down and lights the burner under the rear of the truck and says, "ooh". Now, nobody has said a word, or even thought to move. I'm still standing right in front of him where he handed me the joe, while all the other'zombies' are clumping around me, evidently to tire too bitch about it.Wind blows out the burner again, driver says "ooh." He reaches down and lights the burner but this time his whole head went up in flame. He stands bolt upright in front of me, looks me dead in the eye and says "ooh!"Right on cue and like a Saturday night live sketch Caulfeld and I pitch the hot coffee in our hands into his face! He yells "ooh, ooh!"Nobody laughs, nobody even makes a sound. We just stare at the poor man like a bunch of imbeciles.He turns and looks at the truck, turns back to us and says "ooh!" Then with his head and eyebrows still smoldering, he goes to the side of the truck, and closes the right side panel. He comes back to the rear, and closes that panel.He then turns to his left says, "ooh", and then goes down the left side of the truck, jumps into the drivers seat and pulls off like he's late for the next stop.By the time the instructors catch up with us there is no gut wagon, just a hundred guys standing in silence on the hill and us two idiots holding empty coffee cups.I turn to Caufeld and said, "that just happened", to which Caulfeld replied "roger that." That is my best memory of Knox.If I had not have married a Kentucky girl I might not have ever got to know the rest of the state at all, let alone learn to love it.
2nd squad, 2nd platoon, left out a 2nd in the original wall of text.
Life long native. If you need to mix your bourbon with something, including ice, to make it drinkable, you have selected the wrong bourbon.The bourbon distilleries are incredibly welcoming to the visitors. If you get a passport (a cheesy thing) and visit all of them, you get a cheesy bourbon t-shirt.Here in flyover country, we don't pay much attention to the liberal coasts.
It took me a lifetime to get here, but I'm home. I'm trying to visit all the distilleries, but they keep opening new ones. Well, everybody needs a hobby.
Every year at roughly the same time as Memorial Day weekend, Ky countryside takes on a sweet aroma as the first mows start occurring. Riding a bike in the countryside through Montgomery, Bourbon, Fayette, Scott and Owen counties becomes an intoxicating experience. Or riding down through the Natural Bridge/Red River Gorge area......nothing but ooohs and ahhhs.