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Trip Start May 30, 2008
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Trip End Jul 02, 2008


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Monday, June 23, 2008

Today is the last day of this stage of my journey. I will travel to my parents house, and stay there for a time.  I left Lexington around noon and headed on the road.  I had a eight hour drive ahead of me.  I decided a detour was necessary. One last diversion............... his name is Jack. You might know him. and most of you have heard of him. but where does Jack really come from.  His place of origin is a small town deep in the hills of Tennessee, a town named Lynchburg. 
To the distillery i go, a 45 minutes of course on a winding two lane road.  The distillery itself is well kept, and clean they provide free tours on the hour.  I joined in for the 4 o'clock tour.
The tour took us through the old office building, within lies a safe with a story. Apparently one day,Jack Daniels Esq. was very angry because he forgot the combination to this safe (apparently too much sampling the day prior). In his fury, Jack kicked this iron cast safe with his foot.  Smart idea. the foot evidently got infected. The infection never cleared,hence entering blood stream and  consequently ending the distiller's life through septicemia. 
The whiskey itself originates from  mineral spring water and fermented mash, through distilling process becomes a 135 proof clear whiskey. After a little mellowing in some charcoal.....the whiskey then hangs out in a white ceder custom made barrel for about 5-6 years........ there you have it the cliff notes version of whiskey making.


Our tour guide Dusty (apparently a descendant of Jack Daniels himself) escorted us through the whole process as described above. My fave part came while examining the mellowing barrels where the whiskey is poured over the charcoal... Dusty wafted the lid for us to inhale the intoxicating fumes.... Strictly speaking the distillery is in a dry county... (it has been like that since the prohibition) so no freebies. So Dusty was kind enough to wave the lid at us one more time........ if you get your nose right in there... its almost feels as though you have consumed a few shots already.
At the end of the tour we came to a room filled with plaques of the Single Barrel Society. Names of every man, woman, company, etc that has bought a $10,000 barrel of whiskey is/are displayed on the wall. Congratulations Schofield Barracks... glad to see where our hard earned tax dollars are going.
    

After the tour, I continued south to my parents house in Newnan Georgia.  Newnan is about 45 minutes south of Atlanta. aka. I still had a long way to drive.  My parents have told me many a horror stories of downtown driving. Thankfully i hit downtown Atlanta on a Sunday evening. I finally reached Newnan about 10pm. I spent a short time talking with mes parents before they went to bed.  I however was struck with insomnia......
This part of my trip is over. Its hard to conceptualize that this is finished, finis, pau, done already.
What I would like to convey (with this blog) is that this trip has been amazing. I have had such a great time meeting new people and visiting old friends and family. I wish there was a better way for me to articulate what an exhalting trip this has been.

Till next time, adieu!
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