Today we visited Daniel Boone at the monument and grave site he shares with his wife, Rebecca, in the Frankfort Cemetery. Their remains lie at a peaceful overlook far above the Kentucky River. His neighbors include ex-governors and legislators, business people, frontiersmen, both Union and Confederate soldiers, and probably a few ne’er-do-wells to lend a little honesty to the mix. Imposing war memorials remind us that we spend more time, and the lives of more of the young, at war than at peace.
The walk from downtown to the cemetery was unpleasant. A narrow sidewalk wound up the hill, passing an 1850s arsenal (now a military museum), all of it along busy, noisy, and exhaust-smelly Main. Trucks roar up the hill a few feet away. We pretended deafness and plodded on.
Once in the burial grounds, the noise and stench fade quickly away and the silence of a jumble of gravestones, memorials, and simple markers transports us to a sad, solemn, and quiet reality.
Well-written directions steered us down the main streets of Frankfort, to the capitol building and its nearby non-flowered flowering clock, and twice across the Kentucky River before the uphill trek to the Boones.
The Rebecca Ruth Candy Factory gave free samples of bourbon balls, a unique volkswalk experience. Frankfort has several bakeries, at least one winery, and an historic bourbon distillery, but I found no cheesemakers. That would have made it a home run.
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