Bourbon Country

There is just nothing like it.

We stepped out of the car; my father, mother, boyfriend and I and the air was thick with Bourbon. Only a smell one could dream of…. that is, if you like whiskey, especially the Kentucky kind.

So, my roots, at least on the pa’s side, are in Tennessee. Now the folks live in KY and home for a visit I went. This trip I had a special friend with me — Dad gave him the grand tour, caves, Old Hickory’s birthplace, dinner with the Bosnians, a family wedding (at which the temperature was 95 degrees), a real traditional southern wake (though we don’t call them wake’s in the south and where no one but me had on less than formal attire), and a visit to Bourbon country.

Bourbon happens to be my fav., my drink of choice and the brand I favor highly is Maker’s Mark.

The day we took the tour up towards Bardstown, KY and bourbon country, we started out late and hit the distilleries after closing time — and I am sad to say, we made it within 20 miles of my distillery in Loretto, KY — but those 20 miles remain yet untraveled.

Well, at least I can order a cold one on the rocks on-Island. Welcome back to New England.