We began Thursday with a trip down The Bluegrass Trail, a scenic driving tour around the outskirts of Lexington. We saw dozens of horse farms, each one a work of art, with verdant fields and beautiful stables. The horses out here live well.
The trip south through Kentucky was a joy, and with the car running well and the traffic light, we made good time and enjoyed a countryside littered with newly-baled hay. We passed cattle farms, cornfields, and and wheat fields as we wound out way south with the hope for enough time for a visit to downtown Nashville and the Country Music Hall of Fame. Nashville traffic interceded, however, and as we passed through Nashville north to south, I considered the traffic exactly what people go on vacation to escape.
And while the Woody huffed and puffed in the stop-and-go Nashville traffic, it was only I who was overheating. Our trusty wagon, after five days, is running well and without issue. Our traffic woes and late arrival were quickly erased by a dip in the pool and the warm company of Frank and Germaine Moran. We enjoyed a great meal and a restful night after getting to know some of the neighbors while the Model A chauffeured and honked its way around Spring Hill.
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