Cumulative Miles 4,879
Number of States Visited: 21
Number of Speeding Tickets: 1
Lesson learned: Live De Life
I've noticed the closer I get to the East Coast, the more things "normalize" for me. By this I mean that things are looking and feeling more like home. Today we moved our base from Indiana to Kentucky. Only a three and half hour drive, but enough that things are looking more and more like Pennsylvania and less and less like the Great Plains. We're back in the Eastern Standard time zone and are once again feeling an unpleasant level of humidity in the air. I know it's triggering my mixed feelings about the trip coming toward a close.
The last few places we have stayed have been through AirBnb. I don't know about you, but our experience with AirBnBs has been hit and miss. The last two places we stayed looked really great online, but were kinda beat when we got there. They were clean enough, thank goodness, but outdated, dark, and worn. I still preferred them to a hotel room, because we could spread out, cook, and often do laundry. Yesterday we booked a place in Kentucky, where we'll stay for the next two nights. It's a log cabin in the woods. It's on a farm....with horses....and we arrived to find it's even more gorgeous than its pictures online. Jackpot! The countryside is gentle and rolling, the grass is green, green, green, and the whole thing feels sort of storybookish. Even the fog at sunset was picture perfect.
When I was a kid, my parents (my mom mostly) was really into log cabins. She had a dream of building one and living in it. When I was 9 or 10, they bought one fully intact, at a local estate auction. It was a two-story cabin not too far from our house. With help from my uncles, they disassembled it and trucked it back home. That's as far as it went. They never reassembled it.
My Uncle Doug, on the other hand, had more success when it came to a cabin. He also found one, deconstructed it, and rebuilt in the woods close to his home. He used it for his woodworking shop. This cabin is about the same proportions as his. Two rooms up and two rooms down. Unfortunately, his cabin burned down, but that's another story.
Back to Kentucky, though. We've obviously landed in an affluent area. The homes and farms are beautifully landscaped and lots of folks keep horses. I know Kentucky is reported to have a high rate of poverty and reliance on federal government assistance, but you wouldn't know that from this neighborhood or town.
Kentucky is famous for it's bourbon and whiskey too. On our way here we passed a town called Bard, KY, which claims to be the bourbon capitol of the world. We saw several distilleries and many unique buildings that I can only guess are warehouses where the whisky ages. Does anyone know?
I've digressed and prattled on and should close this post. So here we sit, with a perfectly beautiful view, great weather, and we have steaks in the fridge, waiting to be grilled. It doesn't get any better, folks!
