Home Sweet Home

Alas, this will be my final post.  The distillery was a great experience.  Everywhere you went there were unique smells, and each one was better then the next.  We started at the Rickyard, where they make the Sugar Maple charcoal to mellow their Whiskey, and a sweet smell of grain filled the air, it made me crave bread made from the grain out of the fermenters.  I envied the cows that got the feed from the spent grain.  Then we moved on to the distillery, where no photos could be taken because the air was filled with that lovely Whiskey aroma.  From there it was to the mellowing house, where the whiskey smelled even better.  Finally we moved on to the Barrel House, where the 'angel share' filled the air and I couldve spent all day in there just breathing deeply.  But the tour had to come to an end and I purchased a few select bottles to enjoy sipping in the cool Connecticut weather later this year.  From the distillery, we stopped in the center of town where all the buildings look like classic Americana.  I bought some merchandise at the general store and then we had some fantastic pulled pork with red beans and rice at the barbeque caboose.  There was live music from a few up and coming Tennessee artists paired with some old timers that was a toe tapping good time.  We even heard a local Tennessee version of rocky top from a Nashville performing artist that was in town for a radio interview.  After leaving Lynchburg, we looked around at the trees and the weather and decided that the Blue Ridge Parkway could wait until another trip.  We pushed on through and arrived back in CT early this morning.  With all my loot pulled out of the Mazda, its time for some visiting and then Dad is off to get himself back home, the road wearied traveler needs some time away from his car.