pushmearound and drummerville showed up with supplies for making home-made sushi, with mairondil in tow. We quickly invited goingincirclez and mix3d3m0ti0n5 over to the festivities. A PS2 had been brought along and we played Guitar Hero for most of the evening while gobbling sushi and having good times in general. On Sunday,
welfy and I laid about the house for most of the day. Later in the evening, we went on a casing expedition with goingincirclez for a potential photographic excursion. Still later, we made a brief visit to my parents to retrieve some computer parts of mine which were still there. Upon returning home late that night, plans were finalized for our photographic expedition and bright and early Monday morning, our wheel-man mix3d3m0ti0n5 dropped me, Welf, and GIC at the site.That's right. An entire, completely abandoned bourbon whiskey distillery. We had Mrs. GIC drop us off because the location, while not terribly secure, was flanked by an active whiskey warehousing property operated by Jim Beam on a portion of the former Old Crow property, as well as a lot of nosy local residents. Parking a car anywhere near there would draw way too much attention. So with backpacks filled with bottled water and food, we set-off on foot from the drop point and found a breach in the fence line. The best we could deduce from the evidence there, it was still used for warehousing as late as the early 90's, but actual distilling of spirits at this location probably ceased sometime in the early-to-mid 80's. In addition to the main distillery building, we had access to four warehouses, three company residential buildings, and a handful of other auxiliary industrial buildings and structures. The three of us spent over 7 hours exploring the site and taking photos.
While I'm sure that I will write a formal entry with photos at some later date, for now, if you're interested in looking through them, the 477 photos I came away from the property with are online in my photo gallery.
mairondil that was sent to me earlier in the week.
As well as a photo of
drummerville's gams that we cajoled him into Saturday night.
