By bozz on Skatehive
I can still remember one of the first times I ever visited Kentucky. We were heading down to Oklahoma to visit one of my dad's old buddies from the Navy and we stopped for a day or two in the town where Mammoth Caves are. A long long time ago there used to be an old west themed park called Guntown or Rifletown or something like that where you had to ride a chair lift to get up to it. From the moment I heard the story about how Mammoth Cave was discovered and I took the walk down the stairs in to the historic entrance, I knew there was something magical about Kentucky. I've been back a few times since then. My sister and her husband lived outside of Lexington for a while. I still remember the thrill of driving 55 down the windy curvy back roads. It's honestly some of the most beautiful country you have ever seen. Horse farms with fences running for miles, black tobacco barns, bourbon. You get the idea. I've driven through Kentucky a few times on my way down to Nashville, Tennessee as we