A Good Morning

The day started as well as any day could, coffee and beignets from a New Orleans landmark.  We enjoyed them on a bench in the early morning sun overlooking Jackson Square being serenaded by a man playing the saxaphone.  Watching as the tankers slowly meandered down the mighty Mississippi, we sipped our coffee and tried to keep from covering ourselves in powdered sugar.  The local pigeons were all fat and had beaks covered in the sugary goodness.  We soon had to be going though, and it was on to Tennessee to visit the holy land.  The place where the Sour Mash I've enjoyed for so many years is born.  Even though it was off season, the local inn was full.  Apparently there was an employee event tonight and they wisely got rooms stumbling distance from the distillery.  So we backtracked and found a place to stay not too far away.  Tomorrow morning holds the promise of a tour and perhaps a morning beverage, then its off to the Smoky Mountains to begin our journey home via the Blue Ridge Parkway(weather permitting).  There is some snow in the forecast and it may not be the brightest idea to take a windy mountain road in the snow.