If Barbara Ann had been holding a fork when I grabbed her serving of lemon pepper grilled rainbow trout for a photo just as the waitress sat the plate down, I might have incurred a stab wound in my wrist at Cracker Barrel tonight. She wrinkled her nose as I took a quick shot of the plate and then returned it to her. Barbara Ann was hungry, and had known full well what she was going to order before we even went in. I studied the menu carefully and finally selected chicken ’n’ dumplings. Hers was the wiser, tastier course. Our plan was to take an evening drive and then eat somewhere, but since I arrived in late afternoon Barbara Ann wanted to eat first. After dining, we drove through the community of Holy Cross, which dates back to 1785 and is said to be the birthplace of Catholicism in Kentucky. Over hill and dale and through twists and turns, down some country lanes we went, twice finding it difficult to find a place to turn around because I prefer to do “a 180°” somewhere that is in clear view from both directions. There were so many dips and curves in the narrow side roads, it was dangerous to turn just anywhere. Carrying two GPS systems with neither turned on, I said, “Let’s see where this road takes us,” and we soon arrived in Loretto, which has its own Catholic heritage, thanks to the Sisters of Loretto. Numerous roadside signs pointed the way to Maker’s Mark distillery so, though we’d been there before, we went again and drove all around the Maker’s Mark distillery property. No one much was around but the gates were open, and a guy in a red truck said to explore all we wished, so we drove about. Nothing really “grabbed” either of us as far as scenic views. I did see one view I liked at the back of the distillery, but to get the angle I thought best, I would have had to venture into some tall weeds, so I just stayed in the car and skipped the shot and avoided the chiggers. On our way back toward Bardstown, we briefly visited the Abbey of Gethsemani at Trappist, Kentucky. Quite unintentionally, our drive had turned into a parochial event! As with our earlier stop, we’d been there a few times before, and we drove around slowly, but again never felt compelled to get out of the car. The overcast sky and the need to let the food settle had dampened our enthusiasm for photography. Saturday afternoon and early evening on the back roads in Nelson and Marion counties: It was a pretty day to cruise the winding country blue highways, but there is no motivation to get out and tromp in the weeds lugging a camera and tripod when your belly is full of Cracker Barrel vittles.
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 05:22:19 +0000
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