I spent my 34th birthday in an old farm house in the middle of nowhere, Kentucky. The goal was for the wife and I to pack up the car with some food, books and the dog — to spend the weekend making things we don’t normally make, reading things we don’t normally read and spending some time on a lake, which we don’t normally do. I was looking for a place within about 3 hours drive and preferably somewhere where cell service was poor, I ended up finding the perfect spot (on vrbo.com) about 10 minutes away from Lake Barkley near a town called Cadiz, KY.
It was advertised with the tag “No France for You This Year, Come to Our Bohemian Home in Ky”, which sold me. Loads of charm, modern furniture, great art and a great collection of books in the Library. Only drawback was that it was a dry county, but we came prepared. Seems in this town largely populated by Mennonites, that there is a vote coming up whether or not to allow alcohol sales. I wonder how it’ll turn out, but based on the signs in people’s yards of just “VOTE NO”, it seems like they’re going to stay dry.
love love love it. Especially the intent.