I ran through Jim Beam’s gift shop oh-so-quickly, shopping for a special Knob Creek for myself and whatever they have that’s unique to the distillery for Liz. I ended up torn between Knob Creek single barrel rye and their twice-barreled rye (I’m partial to their rye, to begin with); the twice-barreled I worried would be too oaky, but the single barrel is a frightening 115 proof. I went with the overpoofed one (I can always add water). As for Liz’s distillery exclusive, it turns out that Kentucky state law does not allow distillery exclusives; but they have one that is available for distribution but not ordered by any distributors (is this a gentleman’s agreement to establish an exclusive? or does it suck?). It was only in 375ml bottles, so I got one for Liz and one for me. If I were a smarter blogger, I would have photographed these bottles for you. Hmm.
The beat-the-heat plan for Hops was to be at the gift shop doors when they opened at 9am. I left Hops in the van with all windows open and a fan going, and I was back with him in 15 minutes. Then we had a nice, leisurely walk around the grounds together. I didn’t get a tour, but I got to see some touristy stuff, like statues and a mock-up of a very small-scale old still operation, in one room. I would have liked the chance to step inside a rickhouse, but oh well. I guess they’re just stacked barrels anyway, right?
We headed on towards the Natural Bridge area in the Red River Gorge, and tried to stay in the shade. Even when it’s feels-like-97, he wants to be in my lap. Dear dog.
Unfortunately there are two ways to access the Natural Bridge itself: a hiking trail, and a skylift. Both prohibit dogs. So I have only seen the Natural Bridge the way you see it now: in pictures off the internet.
Instead we did a dog-permitted hike to see Henson Arch and Whittleton Arch. It was the sweatiest, muddiest time of our lives, whew. But beautiful, yes.
Send cooling thoughts our way, friends.