The Great Lockout and Our RV Angel

Like any good story, this one starts with something like this…

So, there we were, enjoying the history and spirits of Casey Jones Distillery in the beautiful hills of Kentucky.   

Sipping moonshines and bourbons that sent Casey to prison twice during prohibition.

We were learning about the distilling process used to create Al Capone’s favorites to bootleg and we were just amazed at the history you could feel being here.

We got to meet a young Army couple stationed at nearby Fort Campbell and enjoy their company while learning more about their life stories. 

The sunset was amazing and since the distillery closed at 6 pm, it was going to be an early night. 

Andrea and I settled into our evening routine on the road.  A light dinner followed by playing cards and relaxing for the night.

Then about 8 pm, I decided to go outside and look at the stars under the unfamiliar Kentucky sky. 

It was a beautiful moonrise, and the stars were gorgeous.  So much so that I talked Andrea into getting off the bed to come see them for herself. 

Reluctantly she agreed and came outside. Behind her I heard the familiar sound of the Airstream door closing.    

After just a couple minutes, the cool, crisp, northern Kentucky fall air had her looking to get back indoors to the comfort of her blankets.

Then I heard the dreaded works “what the #$%!” came out of her mouth.

I knew what this meant.  The horror stories we had heard from other RVers that locked themselves out of the camper was our new problem to solve for the night. 

We had discussed putting spare keys somewhere besides in the truck for this exact situation but had not yet done it.  

With all the truck keys and our cell phones locked in the airstream we were going to need help on this one.    

Thankfully, we had company camped nearby and she was experienced in this exact problem.   

Lisa and her two dogs were traveling home to Cincinnati from Colorado, and she could not have been a nicer person.

Unfortunately for her she had done the same thing at a much more inconvenient time in the morning and her lesson was more painful and colder than ours would be. 

Lisa allowed us to use her phone to call Good Sam’s for roadside help, provided us blankets to stay warm while we waited, and poured us all a glass of moonshine to celebrate this lesson. 

For the next hour or so, we had great conversations about all the places we have been, where we will go, and the amazing adventure this lifestyle provides.

We were inspired by Lisa’s independence as she travels alone with her dogs on unplanned routes that allow her to go where ever her curiosity leads her.

I am sure after our full-time rving life is over, this night with Lisa, her dogs, and the moonshine at Casey Jones Distillery, will be a memory we never forget. 

Be sure to check out this amazing place https://www.caseyjonesdistillery.com