I may have been birthed in New York and bred in Pennsylvania, but, in another life, I know I was born with a Kentuckian soul. Handling a horse by four years old and drinking bourbon by forty might not be the only requirements for feeling that Kentucky spirit race through my veins, but I think it puts me at least halfway there.
Heading back to the airport after a week exploring the state, I have truly fallen for the small towns of Kentucky. Each one of the following is only a day trip from Louisville or Lexington, but imbued with its own identity, food and folklore, all brought together by one commonality, Bourbon! I wasn’t prepared to learn so much about my birth nation’s history, and […]