The Lights Are Off

Badass Beginnings, Bourbon Barrels, and Parking Lot Views

Today was the big day—we officially moved out of Indiana. No tears, just a touch of sadness, a dash of apprehension, and a whole lot of excitement. After two months of planning and packing, we were more than ready to hit the open road.

The day started with a surprising milestone: I drove the RV! Not just a little bit—I drove it out of our spot at Patoka Lake and down the winding road to the sewer dump. Yes, the sewer dump. A glamorous start, I know. But still—I was behind the wheel, hitting that top speed of 15 mph like a pro. I pulled in, parked, and managed the whole process with quiet confidence. I am, officially, a badass.

After tackling those “necessary and slightly fascinating” tasks, I happily returned the keys to Gary, assumed my position in the co-pilot seat, and settled in for what we’ve long been calling our next big chapter.

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Stop One: Bourbon and Barrels

Our first stop on the open road? A bourbon distillery. Sounds a bit rebellious, I’ll admit—but don’t worry, I don’t drink bourbon, so Gary was free to sample without distraction. We chose Woodford Reserve Distillery, and what a great choice it was. The grounds are stunning—nestled within a rolling horse farm, more like a horse paradise, really. The distillery buildings range from 1880s limestone structures to newer clapboard buildings, all with rich character and charm.

Woodford is one of the oldest working distilleries in the country and is listed as a National Historic Landmark. We parked the RV (horizontally, like we were showing off some kind of bourbon-drinking Ferrari) and left the dogs to nap while we hopped a shuttle over to the tasting building.

We missed the last tour of the day, but no worries—we opted for a tasting session instead. I joined mostly for the dark chocolate pairing (priorities), and the educational component didn’t disappoint. One of my favorite sights was watching bourbon barrels rolling along rails from one historic building to another—like they had been doing for the past hundred years. An hour well spent, especially if you ever find yourself in this neck of the woods with a little thirst and a love for history.

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Stop Two: Golf Course Glamping

Just 30 minutes later, we pulled into Lexington, Kentucky for our very first Harvest Host experience. Tonight, we’re parked in the Marriott Griffin Gate Golf Club parking lot—for free!

We signed up for Harvest Host (a genius $100-a-year membership that gives RVers overnight access to over 800 wineries, breweries, golf courses, farms, and more). And let me tell you, it already feels like money well spent. We have access to hotel amenities until 11 p.m., fast internet, tasty food, and a stunning view of the greens. Not bad for a parking lot.

And while I’d love to claim this is my first time sleeping in a parking lot… college me would like a word.