When we last were recounting the events of last month, your heroines were in the pretty part of New Jersey. Alas, the Garden State was merely a way station, and on Saturday we left for the DC area. Elli and Dan graciously agreed to host us for the evening. I have done this drive many times. It's 3.5 to 4 hours. But not on Saturday. No, on Saturday Katie and I got to experience the aggravation of stupid Jersey drivers. After crawling along the Turnpike from exit 9 to 7, we discovered that the source of the backup was a lane shutdown. But only one lane, and only for 30 feet. 30 less feet of lane equals a 20 mile backup in New Jersey. By which point, we needed breaks, and rest. So the drive took more like 6 hours.
Somehow after arrival, there was the suggestion of going swimming in the apartment complex's pool. This was an excellent idea. We made a delicious stir fry (ok, Dan and Elli made it) and the Henz attended. Which was perfect, because I was able to unfurl MysteryProject, which shall hereafter by known as the Apron of Ridiculosity! It's awesome enough to get its own post. But not awesome enough for the overworked Henz to notice it. I laid it out on a chair which he was showering (the man was quite sweaty), and he spent a good 15 minutes ignoring it, much to mine and Dan's amusement.
The next day began the epic drive portion of the trip. The original plan was to drive to Cincinnati, where one of Katie's best friends lives. It was going to be an 8 hour trip. We set out, and I was reminded that Western Maryland is very pretty. Having never been to West Virginia before, I wasn't sure what to expect. Katie saw a road sign for a winery, and that was it. We got off the highway and drove the winding local roads to a vineyard on the slopes of a green and rolling valley. The parking was well below the winery itself, and there was some debate as to whether the fully loaded Mini could make it back up the steep incline. I'm glad we risked it. The Forks of Cheat Winery had an impressive selection of wines, all created on site. We tasted many, and talked to the general manager about their process. Katie bought 6 bottles, I bought one. Mine was pomegranate, and I'm extremely excited about it. The wine was sweet, a desert wine really, and honestly fruity. Apparently, it's one of the few pomegranate wines produced on the east coast, which convinced me to buy it. I have plans for the wine, and they involve some boiling into syrup.
Much driving later, we arrived in Cincinnati, only to discover that our host was delayed in another state. So we drove further to Katie's parent's house in Kentucky. The gps did not know of their street. Neither did Google, which is saying quite a lot considering Google knows all. It was 12:30 am, and we were close to our destination, when the gps decided that what we really needed was more horror in our lives. It suggested we turn left on a residential road. We did so, and the road quickly turned to gravel. In itself, that's not suggestive. Lots of rural places have gravel roads. Another block, and the road began to narrow. Then it curved off to the right, narrowing all the while. The grass and weeds grew higher, reaching over the poor Mini. As we rounded the next curve, we saw grass growing through the gravel shining in the headlights. I know we were both thinking it, but Katie was the first to say that the gps might be leading us into a horror movie. A three point turn and a phone call later, we were back on the non zombie apocalypse path.
And on the next day, there was bourbon. Four Roses, Heaven Hill, Maker's Mark. The tour at Maker's was my favorite. We tasted both the regular and their Mint Julep product (a bit too sweet). Four Roses was interesting, though their bourbon was much more sharp. They had three we could taste. The oldest was by far the smoothest, though still not my favorite. Heaven Hill was kind of a wash. We missed the short tour, the long tour was too long, and the trolley tour, which we took, wasn't very exciting.
After dinner at the Eastland Cafe in Nashville, I flew home to New Orleans to begin phase two of my time off: moving into a new house. Which isn't the least bit interesting, so I'll just say that it got done without too much drama.
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