I'm back from a wonderful place called Bardstown, KY, where I attended the annual, week-long gathering of musicians known as Kentucky Music Week. Five one-hour classes a day for five days, with jams and other activities at lunch and in the evening, filled my head with music for my dulcimer, dulci-banjo, and bowed psaltery. And it left me with a strong desire to sleep for three days when it was over.
To those who aren't folk musicians, Bardstown may be better known for its association with bourbon. Lots of bourbon. There are quite a few bourbon distilleries and wineries in the area, and plenty of history about the town itself. There are museums, and tours, and beautiful historic buildings all around town.
I stayed at the Old Kentucky Home State Park, which is quite nice even though there is not a singe level spot anywhere in the campground.
I ate at the Old Talbott Tavern which is a historic building and serves the best bread pudding I ever ate. Period. Of course it probably had something to do with being smothered in the best bourbon sauce I ever tasted!