Fifty Shades of Green

Friday we left Richmond driving west on I-64 across the Appalachian Mountains across West Virginia into Kentucky. We spent the night at a motel on an interstate exit east of Lexington. Saturday our destination goal was St. Louis via a stop in Louisville to see Churchill Downs and a couple of other side trips off the beaten path. However, in Lexington the interstate was closed and giving us no alternative but to ask our trusty GPS for an alternate route. What a stroke of luck. I will tell you about it, but first I must back up to Friday and that portion of our trek.

Friday we crossed into The Shenandoah portion of the Appalachian Mountains. Shenandoah is a Cherokee name, which means Bright Daughter of The Stars. She is. I love these mountains from Maine to Georgia. They have many names, but it is one continuous range and is ancient.

Spring has come and gone in the lower portions of the southern states, but is breaking forth with great passion in the area we are driving through. Wild flowers of every color and every shade of green only God could paint. Locust Trees in full bloom from one side of the state to the other and ooooooh the fragrance! We had mild temperatures and a constant breeze all the way from Richmond to Iowa…

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West Virginia and Kentucky will take your heart forever. I am told by our media that there is death and some environmental destruction from the coal mining. Even our Mississippi John Grisholm preached on it in his latest book…I did not see any of that…perhaps it is there (?). I did, however, see a train with cars filled to the brim with coal at one point near The New River.

The New River Gorge

The New River Gorge

The New River and rail road

The New River and rail road

We spent the night at a small town motel in Farmers, Kentucky and met a nice couple from Norfolk, VA on their way to Santa Fe, NM (They will love it!).  God lets us meet the neastest people!

We were rerouted in Lexington due to interstate closure and saw some of the most beautiful horse farms in the entire world. Farms walled substantially in stone, white or black wood with vast fields of grain and miles of pastures. There were barns, oh my the barns, nicer than most homes. We passed a sign directing us to Woodford Reserve Distillery and whipped in. As you know, Kentucky makes Bourbon, everyone else makes whisky and they are quick to tell you. They are the OFFICAL Bourbon of the Kentucky Derby.  Unfortunately, there was a 90 minute wait to take a 70 minute tour…NOT…and didn’t happen for us. We just went back to enjoying the beautiful drive and headed on to St. Louis for a good nights rest and the rendezvous with sweet granddaughter the next morning.

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St. Louis is impressive. Forest Park is where the art museum is located.  It is shared by the zoo, the history museum, sculptured acres of fountains and blue grass and manicured gardens. The art museum houses a large, varied collection of art from all around the world and from many periods.

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Afterward we drove downtown by the river where sweet granddaughter could see the Arch and view the same beautiful river that flows right by her home of Baton Rouge.

We skirted through the lower hem of Indiana and Illinois.  Mostly farm land.  Thank God for our farmers.

Next: Iowa