Kentucky (Days 11-19)
Trip Start Apr 04, 2010
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Our first stop of any mention was the little town of Scottsboro, Alabama for a visit to a store called Unclaimed Baggage. We had first hear of this store on the Discovery Channel and it quickly mad it’s way into the list of must do destinations for our cross country outing. After leaving the highway and winding our way through town we came to the bustling store that we were both so curious about. This store has an agreement with the airlines that they will purchase, sight unseen, all of the items that are left by the nations millions of people flying each year. These are all items that were unclaimed;people had inadequate retention documentation or thing people just left on the plane. Being someone that has left an item or two behind in the random spots in the past, I was really interested
We were back on the road once again to our final resting spot for the day, Mammoth Cave National Park. The drive utilized the remaining time of our 10 hours in the car that day. Upon our arrival we located a perfectly suitable campsite and registered ourselves at the ranger checkpoint, which had already closed, using the afterhours envelope
After waking up we rode our bikes to the Mammoth Cave tour center where I joined a sub-terranian exploit that was absolutely stunning. For the water cut twists and turns of Fat Man’s Misery to the expanse of the Great Room, it was all simply spectacular. Kirstin,having grown up relatively nearby and this being her umpteen trip to Mammoth Cave, opted for a one hour surface tour. As it turns out the Mammoth Cave system is host to a unique and special grouping of flora and fauna not seen in such co-habitation elsewhere. Due to the lack of other commitments on the part of their guide and the interest level of Kirstin and the other two women on the tour, the one hour trip took two hours
We didn’t know it then but we had a date with our friend Jim Beam. At the Kentucky Visitors center on highway 65 we chose to stop by ol’ Jim’s house and check out where he is born. Neither Kirstin nor I know Jim Beam well but we’ve heard a lot about him. We toured the Distillery, well not the distillery really, but the old Beam farmhouse, complete with pictures of past and present Jim Beam… people. We watched a movie that reminded me time and again how great this whiskey is and to the time honored, hard work that goes into every bottle of Jim Beam. Somehow all of that was lost on me as I exited the Beam farmhouse to look out upon the rolling Kentucky hillsides dotted with a few of the 18 "aging house" where this concoction sites, supposedly in oak barrels, until its...Well, I don’t know, until it’s done…again? Well whatever it does in there, soaking up some charcoal flavors from the inside of the barrels of whatever. These aging houses were absouletly gianourmous. I was up next to one and it was about eight stories high and one hundred feet wide on the end and about a football field long. By doing some quick math, in the ultra precise computer that sits atop my shoulders, I calculated that this one building, one in eighteen, mind you, holds about a bajillion barrels of whiskey
It was a short drive to Kirstin’s dad’s house in Crestwood, KY., just outside of Louisville. We arrived in the late afternoon to the greetings of Kirstin’s father Brian and his giant cat buddy. Brian’s wife Kim showed up soon afterword and Kirstin’s grandparents had come in from Iowa. Later that afternoon we were also joined by her sisters Brianna (Cedar Rapids, Iowa) and Laci (Minneapolis) and their girlfriends Ashley and Celina. The ten of us sat outside for an evening of Kirstin and me opening the virtual mountain of gifts that had been bought for our wedding and then shipped, by our request, to Kentucky. We were reminded once and again about how blessed we are by so many wonderful people we have in our lives. We spend the following day either in preparation for, or participating in our wedding open house during which I met so many of the people that I had heard so much about. Brian’s house was full throughout that week with family in from out of town and Kirstin and I stayed at the neighbors house. Jean and John were wonderful gracious people whose family Kirstin and her sisters had grown up with
After recovering from thunder over Louisville we spend the next couple of days socializing with family and doing chores about the house in preparation for our departure. Kirstin’s sisters and their girlfriends had to get back to home and work so they left a few days after thunder. We spent a day and drove to Indianapolis to visit Kirstin’s great uncle Daryl, and we were greeted with his wonderful hospitality and the inevitable tour about the yard
We were on our way to Lexington,Kentucky to see Kirstin’s Aunt Carrie. She lives in North Carolina but was in Kentucky on business and this would be our one chance to see her. She was staying in a hotel and had meant for us to stay there with her but through some snafu,which had fallen through so instead she put us up in a nearby hotel for the evening. We met for breakfast the next morning at Cracker barrel and we were off once again headed, in fact, to her house in North Carolina, which was the end of the line for the little red car.
I was interested in visiting a Civil War battle field and on our way east we made a stop in Richmond,Kentucky. I had read in a book about civil war battle sites that tapes were available for loan and they could be played in the car as one drove about the area educating yourself about the battle. I was sure that the civil war people had stepped up and reformatted to compact disks to be played in today’scars… at the Richmond visitors center we acquired said CD and I was quite looking forward to our self guided car tour. I should have known better… the narrator on the CD was nearly emotionless and the wording was to be, dry and unfulfilling. The museum was awesome though, staffed by very knowledgeable and passionate volunteers and really explanatory exhibits. I never know what to expect…