We passed neatly mown, blue-green grassed fields of horse country, and Keeneland, the most renowned race track in the USA, home of the Kentucky Derby.
The drive in to Woodford Reserve is one of the prettiest I've seen, with beautifully kept estates and barns. We saw corn fields and deer grazing at the roadside.
We joined a tour group ($10 each) with 25 others and a friendly guide named Beth, who escorted us around the estate, which was established in the late 1800's.
We saw the fermenting rooms and the copper stills, and the ageing room which held 5000 barrels. The barrels remain in one place, unrotated, for at least 6 years.
The barrels can only be used once for bourbon, but are sold to other companies for tequila, scotch and Irish whiskey production.
We've just passed our first 1000 miles of the trip, and visited ten states so far.
We rolled into Nashville and headed downtown to join the party that always seems to be going on here. It is Friday night, and the town is packed. There are boot stores, crowded with people, and every bar has a band or two playing.
At BB Kings we sat at the bar and ate buffalo wings as we listened to the blues.
Making our way down the rainy streets, dodging hens night troupes, police, rickshaws, and revellers spilt out of clubs, we entered Rippy's, a BBQ joint that has bands playing upstairs and downstairs.
We managed to score a seat at the bar upstairs and watched a great band play without rest for hours. Several times we planned to leave, but the rain was not-polite-but-driving-like-Cairns-in-the-monsoon-heavy.
Thwarted by the weather, we enjoyed the band and chatting to the other patrons.
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