A terrific Mother’s Day weekend. And a bonus, Pam’s birthday on Friday night.
Larry, Mom, Martin & Pam South and me all headed south to sample some bourbon’s at the world’s famous distilleries in Central Kentucky. We took two RV’s and camped at the My Old Kentucky Home state campground on the outskirts of Bardstown.
In spite of our best efforts, we wound up setting up camp in the dark. But Larry was prepared and we had an excellent dinner of brats and chips and some cold beers. We sang Happy Birthday to Pam and drank to her health and presumed longevity.
It was a beautiful campsite and we woke to a stunningly beautiful day.
Saturday we lazed around and had coffee and breakfast burritos (thanks Melissa–who could not make it but sent breakfast and blueberry cake). We headed out to Maker’s Mark around 11:00 and what we thought would be a 10-minute drive wound up being a 30 minute white-knuckle experience with a crazed female taxi driver speeding along winding roads and hilly countryside.
Maker’s is one of the king’s of the region with tens of thousands of barrels aging across the county. Their grounds are amazing and it was a lovely day of learning, goofing off and tasting. We made it back to camp around 3, ate some lovely paninis courtesy of Larry, and then played a few rounds of bocci ball. We played our last game on the fairway of the 1st hole of the golf course adjacent to the campground–in complete disregard for golf course etiqutte. We drank cold beers and roamed the course tossing Italian balls all over the place for a few hours. Pam discovered that a bocci ball is the exact diameter of a golf course hole–we only were able to retrieve her ball due to Larry’s super strong guitar fingers aided by some sticks and beer inspired physics. We finished the night with whiskey and fajitas and a game of cards.
Sunday morning we officially congratulated all the Mother’s for putting up with us and Larry made us a nice traditional breakfast of eggs and hash. We broke camp and headed back. I had a fantastic 5-hours alone with mom to talk about all kinds of groovy things, which was a beautiful cap to a great weekend.
It was a totally spontaneous trip that we just organized 7-days before. It’s great when a plan comes together.
The Martini Tales 