I travelled through much of Kentucky last week – the land of Boone and Bourbon. I don’t know much about Daniel Boone other than he shot a bunch of Mexicans at The Alamo and sold a lot of Coonskin Hats in the 1950’s. Bourbon, however, I know about. As my libation of choice, I have probably sent the State of Kentucky enough revenue for their aged brown liquor to build an auditorium in an elementary school. I do like my bourbon.
Kentucky is indeed Bourbon Country. In fact, they even have “Bourbon Tours” throughout the state to visit various distilleries. Bourbon is a hot commodity these days. Kentucky is also known for a horse race they stage each May at Churchill Downs. The Kentucky Derby, I think they call it. Oh, and they some fry chicken there as well.
But I had never deliberately driven to the Bluegrass State. My travels west usually swept me through Tennessee or sometimes up into Pennsylvania and then westward into Ohio. But last week, we set our GPS towards the small town of Williamstown, Kentucky.
Why?
Nancy said she wanted to see Noah’s Ark.
“You mean the 300 cubit-long boat double parked on Mt. Ararat?”
“No,” she said. “The one in Kentucky. It’s called the Ark Encounter.”
Sure enough, there is a replica of Noah’s Ark in Williamstown – a boat exactly 300 cubits (450 feet) long, 50 cubits wide and 30 cubits high. Those were the specs handed down from God to Noah in the Book of Genesis.
This, I had to see, and we did. And we were most impressed.