We were going nowhere special so when I saw a sign showing the Jack Daniel whiskey distillery 18 miles north, I figured Why not? I don't drink the stuff but being so close I ought to at least take it look. It is a lot like checking out the small town downtown area even if you are not going that way. You never know what you will find.
Incidentally, these are all iPhone photos. It was a very nice place in a wonderful setting.
Here's the product.
Now they give tours and I was considering it on the drive in but I changed my mind once I was in there for several reasons. 1. A tour bus just pulled in. Bad timing. 2. It was an hour and forty five minutes long. That is too long to be with a tour bus crowd. (5 minutes is too long!) 3. The next tour would be a hour later. 4. It cost $12 and if I were into whiskey drinking then okay, but I don't drink. 5. Just really wasn't that interested.
Soon after the tour left the tour guide came back and was talking to the coordinator. There evidently were some problems early on. I over heard her say in her smooth southern drawl that there was one individual with a walker and several with canes and this was going to hamper the pace of the tour. I believe she was asking the coordinator if she would call Billy Bob in to help out or at least take the stragglers off her hands. Well just by accident I happened to capture the walker guy in the background of this shot. I knew I made the right choice by not doing the tour, but bless the old guy's heart for wanting to go for it.
I did read a bit inside I thought interesting. It seems that Jack when he was a young lad was interested in distilling and used to hang out with a preacher who made whisky. He learned from him the process and then one day the preacher's wife said he had to make a choice - preach the word of God or make whiskey. "You can't do both". He chose God and sold his still to young 13 year old Jack. Jack moved the still to nearby Cave Springs to use that water, refined the process and the rest is history.
Back to the parking lot for lunch.
I drove on over to neighboring Lynchburg and made a loop around the plaza. My Tourist Trap Meter went biszerk on me and I immediately left town. But I did get this on the fly as I was leaving.