Dinosaur World

I recently traveled to Kentucky for business purposes. Before I go on my rant, I would like to clarify that I absolutely looove Kentucky. That state has been beyond good to me, and it definitely has a special place in my heart. That being said, I have one huge frustration: every county has different rules when it comes to alcohol sales. 

There's no rhyme or reason to it that I can figure out. Some counties are wet. Some are dry. Some are damp. Some are moist. Some seem to promote moonshine. It all makes zero sense to me. I mean...this is a state that is known WORLDWIDE for bourbon, and I can't buy a beer at 5:30 PM on a Thursday in what seems like half the state? 

Well...I was going through another one of those frustrating dry areas on a Thursday evening. I had finished my work for the day at a decent hour, and it was the first beautiful day of fall. I just wanted to buy a six-pack, sit outside of the hotel, and relax. Three exits later up I-65, I finally asked a gas attendant where in the world I could buy a beer. She directed me several miles down the road, and I was off. 

I took the Cave City exit, and it just so happened to be the exit that always caught my eye when driving from Nashville to Louisville. This turned out to be the exit from heaven. It had beer, and it had...

Dinosaur World. 

I couldn't help it.  My poor rental just drove itself into the parking lot. I then became that weirdo that went to a children's outdoor park all by herself. It was all worth it though, because Jace is absolutely coming back with me. The place was adorable (yes...dino adorable). It turned out to be a mile-long walk on a beautiful evening. No regrets here. 

I will spare you the rest of my selfies :)