"Trouble ahead, trouble behind..."

Day 32

Ridgedale, MO to Hopkinsville, KY (404 miles, 5,635 total) 

Our Wizard of Oz adventure behind us, we took off from Missouri and continued our trek eastward towards Kentucky. While most of the day was just interminable driving, a highlight was crossing the Mississippi River.


Very cool for a bunch of New York City folk.

After a very long seven hour day of driving, we finally pulled into our home for the night. We would be boondocking at the Casey Jones Distillery in southwestern Kentucky, pulling in just in time to take the tour and tasting.




Casey Jones had been a moonshine bootlegger through Prohibition, going to prison for the endeavor twice, and now the operation is run by his grandson (a lovely guy from whom we bought much moonshine and bourbon). 

A friendly group, they recommended that we check out Davos for an authentic Kentucky dinner. And Kentucky it was. Not only because of the fried bacon we got for an appetizer or the fried Oreos we almost got for dessert, but because of the Duck Dynasty family of twenty sitting at a table in the center of the place in all their camouflaged glory. I won't bother recount the entire conversation that we overheard but, sufficed to say, the best part was when one of the women announced loudly that "I have Covid" and then proceeded to get up, cough aggressively, and walk outside. All without a mask.

I felt that this sign in the establishment was most appropriate.



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