Today we had clear, blue skies with a high of 23F and a wind chill factor that took down the temp to around 10F. With my new winter coat, gloves, and ear muffs, I’ve been staying pretty warm, but standing outside for any time makes my face really start to hurt. Just call me Frozen Lips from now on. We had a hard layer of ice on the windshield which we tried to scrape off with credit cards with very limited success. Luckily, a lovely gentleman brought over his big ice scraper and cleared off the windshield for us. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced ice like that, not to mention the icy patches on the roads and sidewalks. When we got in the car we all ended up in giggles because the partially filled to-go cup of soda that was left in the car overnight was frozen solid -- we turned it upside down and nothing happened.
I just want to note that I have not found any hush puppies yet!
We visited the Barton distillery -- they make Barton 1792, Old Barton, Ten High and several others. The distillery is located near our hotel and they have been cooking mash for several days now (it is better to cook the mash in the colder months because in the summer it gets too hot and kills the yeast). Consequently, the air has been smelling of sour mash -- I love the smell. Afterwards, we stopped at a local liquor store to buy bottles of bourbon that we know are not available at home (picked up a bottle of Angel’s Envy and a bottle of Larceny) and then off to the shipping store to ship home all the stuff we bought that can’t fit in the luggage. At the liquor store an old, local guy got to chatting with us and asked us if we wanted some “apple pie,” which is apparently the slang for moonshine. We declined but appreciated the offer.
Our plans were to end our visit here by going to the local Bardstown Opry but it was canceled because the parking lot was just a sheet of ice and too treacherous for anyone to navigate. So we went to a movie and then dined at The Old Talbott Inn which dates back to 1779. Tomorrow our only agenda is to find a Starbuck’s somewhere (we have only found really good coffee at one place in Savannah) and drive to Memphis, which is about a six-hour drive. So now it is time to try and stuff everything back in the suitcase, which is something like trying to get all the clowns stuffed back into the itty, bitty car at the circus.
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