We arrived in Shipshewana yesterday from Frankfort, Kentucky, a day ahead of our planned arrival. Why a day early? I'll get to that later in this blog entry. (Hint: Think rain... lots and lots of it!)
Last Wednesday, we went to the Kentucky Horse Park in Lexington, Kentucky, racehorse capital of America. (Wednesday was the only day of the week it didn't rain.) The horse park is an equine lover's paradise. In the park is a restaurant, where we ate burgoo for lunch. We'd never heard of this spicy stew before, so we gave it a try. We found it to be very tasty. The chef insisted the burgoo was made with beef; after all, this isn't IKEA!
|Kentucky Horse Park|
|Dwarf horse – much smaller than a pony!|
|Can your horse do this?|
|These chairs were used in a championship obstacle course.|
|Funny Cide -- living the retired good life.|
|I rode a horse, of course!|
After a very wet fourth, last Friday (July 5) was a soaker too. (Remember... lots and lots of rain!) Hey, we're in Kentucky, so why not visit a bourbon distillery? Just a few miles from the Elkhorn Campground, in Frankfort, Kentucky, is the Buffalo Trace Distillery. We took a tour. It was a fine way to spend a rainy afternoon.
The Buffalo Trace Distillery
For a few minutes, there was some blue sky and sunshine!
There was a tasting at the end of the tour. A couple of shots... and what's this? Kentucky bourbon balls! Chocolate with pecans, and a kick. I can't recall ever enjoying a confection more than this one! If life is really like a box of chocolates, then life is very good indeed!
Now, the denouement. On Saturday morning, the heavy rainfall continued unabated. Elkhorn Creek, which had meandered gently around the campground earlier in the week, has turned into a raging, muddy torrent. The water level began to rise rapidly, threatening to inundate the campground and wash out the only access road to higher ground. Moments later came the call to evacuate the area! Enjoying a brief break in the heavy rainfall, we broke camp, packed up, hitched up – all in record time, and got out of the campground just in the nick of time! As we headed up the access road, this was the scene from our truck's windshield:
We said a prayer, crossed our fingers, and proceeded cautiously. We plowed through the raging water... and made it safely to the other side of the road. It was an adventure scene right out of a Saturday matinee!