Our Kentucky Vacation, Day 3: Massages and Bourbon, it doesn't get much better than this!

We got up bright an early again Friday morning. Well, maybe not so early. All the martinis from the night before had me sleeping until our alarm went off at 8 am. I would have slept longer had it not gone off. :-)

Mot and I were scheduled for massages at the hotel spa. Yeah!!! Three cheers for massages!!!

Hip hip hooray, hip hip.......ah, you get the point.

I was assigned a very small lady masseuse, with little pokey fingers. Mot was given a woman of larger stature, who beat the crap out of him. He threw his back out a week or so ago catching some lady at work....so the massage worked wonders on those tense and tight muscles.

I must say, the hot stone massage I received was much better than the tortures that fell upon me at the bath house in Korea. Ouch!!!

When the appointments were over, we met the boys and headed off for breakfast.


Mmmmmm.....waffle house. :-)

From there, we took off in search of the Bourbon Trail.

Neither Mot or I are bourbon drinkers (although, I do fancy myself a glass of tequila that's been aged in a bourbon barrel....yummmmyyy)...but the boys are. And who am I to turn down the opportunity to tour some distilleries??

When we pulled into the drive taking us to the first place, I knew it was going to be a good day. Some of the autumn leaves were still hanging on....the road was gorgeous.....and the sky was bright blue.



The first distillery we visited was Buffalo Trace. And, I must say, it was by far the best distillery we visited all weekend!!!















This is our tour guide, Freddie. He made the trip even more enjoyable!!!!!

"Say it with me.....I solemnly swear to only drink half."

After we drank half, he added root beer to the rest. Heaven!!

We bought a bottle.

Of the liquor...not to the root beer.

After the official tour, we wandered the grounds a little.


Yes, they still move the barrels around by rolling them.



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