Wrolen Pin Cafe, Lincoln, Brandenburg:  Kentucky Day 2

After the thunderstorm during the night, we woke to a much more pleasant Kentucky as we enjoyed coffee in the room and another session of bird watching on the deck.  We headed through the mountains and down into the valleys before finding ourselves in Lincoln country. 

Along the way, we spotted a doe nursing her young fawn near the highway, the first time we had ever seen this.  It was quite reminiscent of Bambi.
Our first tourist stop was the National Historical Park  at the birthplace of Abraham Lincoln which has a granite memorial which houses a log cabin symbolic of the one in which Lincoln was born.  The farm he was born on had a sinking spring which was used for water.  Unfortunately Lincoln's father lost this farm through a title dispute.  After lunch we went further up the old Cumberland Trace to his boyhood home place which was smaller.

Lunch was a delight at the Wrolen Pin Cafe in Hodgenville.  It is located in an old service station.  It is named after the owner's grandmother.  Two sisters were handling things today.  Their great grandmother had been a professional baker who worked in the St. Louis area.  The restaurant features all homemade desserts.  We shared a slice of peanut butter pie just to be sure the desserts were as good as the rest of the meal.  We chose the pork chop, apples, and green beans with a small hoe cake of corn bread.

After lunch we stopped on the square to see the two statues of Lincoln:  one as a boy, one as President before we drove out to see the location of the boyhood home.

We wandered through Elizabethtown, the location of the movie Paula Dean was in, headed northwest, and ended up at Southern Grace Bed and Breakfast near Brandenburg where my father was born in 1917.  Tomorrow we will explore the past at the local library.
As we reflected on our journey from north Florida, we thought of how very different the same trip must have been in 1923 when my Uncle Dan moved the family from Brandenburg to the Tampa area.  I remember my father talking about the trip in the model A Ford.  They camped out along the way.  The roads were much more primitive then and the cars much less developed.  I am in awe that they did this with a car loaded with six people!

After supper at a local cafe, we walked along the Ohio River looking across to Indiana on the site of a Civil War battle.  We have now called it a day.  The sun will set eventually!