Driving in these parts is always an adventure. I set out to visit my grandparents in Kentucky last week and ran into this monstrosity on I-65.
Oh, ya know, just a HOUSE headed north.
I took a bit of a detour off I-65 in Bowling Green to a glorious place called Jackson’s Orchard. They have delicious peaches and even more delicious PEACH ICE CREAM.
Now, I’m really not wild about ice cream. I mean, it’s fine, but it’s not something I go out of my way for. Unless it’s peach ice cream, in which case I will drive 30 miles out of my way for it. This stuff is AMAZING. It’s all peachy and sweet and cold and creamy and ridiculous.
Jackson’s orchard has peach trees and apple trees. Wouldn’t you know that they ran out of their peaches three days before I got there? Of course! Well, I suppose I could have been way ahead of the game on apples and gotten some of those to bake with. But, truth be told, I don’t really like apple desserts. Not even apple pie (gasp!).
This place is like a little piece of paradise. It sits way up on a hill and I imagine you can see out quite a ways from the back of the farm.
They have real purty flowers.
This barn is filled with delicious things available for purchase.
I purchased peaches (sourced from an orchard further North) and PEACH ICE CREAM. I even brought a cooler to put the ice creams in so they would make it all the way to Cumberland County where I would savor every bite and maybe share some with my grandparents.
Back on the road to Cumberland County, I took the exit toward Highway 90, a two-lane road. Imagine my delight when I saw this gigantic piece of formed concrete turning onto 90 in the direction I was headed.
We plugged along at about 10 miles per hour for a few miles and I thought for sure my ice cream would be soup by the time I reach my grandparents.
Thankfully, this absurdly large object decided to hang a right into a construction site where they are building a new, wider, and hopefully FOUR LANE highway.
I was home free for the rest of the way. I arrived in Cumberland County, and after supper I broke out the ice cream I had since stored in the freezer as I teemed with excitement.
And then my taste buds informed me that I did not have peach ice cream, but instead some sort of demonic almond flavor.
I was crushed.
I had driven out of my way and looked forward to this taste of heaven since I first tried it last year.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it.
The next day, my drive home was fairly uneventful and free of obnoxiously large objects that have no business being on a road.
As I rounded the off-ramp from I-65 towards my apartment, I saw the most beautiful, PEACHY sunset.
I guess this is as close as I’m going to get to peach ice cream this year.
Y’all be careful,