LAST DAY !!

Turns out that without a prior plan we happened upon two different things today of interest to us as we started back into the more familiar terrain of wooded hills in Kentucky and Tennessee.

In Lexington KY, we searched for the street that Harry's great and great - great grandfathers lived on in the 1800's. The number of their house was 13 W. High Street. Today the lowest number on that street is 100 so we weren't able to pinpoint just where they lived but the following pictures are of the older houses in the area not necessarily the early 1800 vintage. We did get some very good information from the City Travel Information Bureau with leads to contacts at the U of K and the Historical Society to track down more specifics on this Tipton side of his family there.









Another and better photo showing the locust trees along the roadsides.


As lunchtime approached we found we were near the Kentucky Craft Artisans Shoppe which was very impressive. At the time I owned the 1812 Country Store I had purchased some of the old time crafts such as rugs and brooms from Berea which is affiliated with it with a town and college of the same name nearby. The college is a liberal arts college with emphasis on service where the students are expected to work in the college community doing all manner of different jobs that are needed to keep things running smoothly. Many galleries and artists in residence in the various craft disciplines are in the area. We didn't have time to tour them but I do have an idea of a field trip in the future...

The Boone Tavern was named for Daniel Boone but never had an affiliation with him. It has been recently updated and renovated and served a very good luncheon in wonderful surroundings of blue and white.



Harry matched the decor, incidentally.


A young woman just outside the window from my table sat in the shaded sunshine hand-piecing quilt blocks.


Harry cruised the street while I perused the fabrics in the quilt shop.

I lied yesterday (not intentionally, of course) when I said that our meal was the last dinner of our trip. Tonight we ate in the German restaurant in the Hendersonville area (or is it really Flat Rock?) that I thought my friend had taken me to but realized when I got there that we just talked about doing so some day...........sorry Marie. We still can plan on it in the future. Good meal. Brought some home for lunch tomorrow.


Then at 8 p.m. another cry could be heard down the length of Spy Glass Lane at the end of our trip that started with: "We're off the Captain shouted as he staggered down the deck !" as those of you know who've been with us from the beginning.

This time though, 6 weeks later, it was:

"HOME AGAIN, FINNEGAN ! ! ! ! ! "