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All we wanted were a couple of margaritas to go along with our Mexican meal. Instead, we got a scowl from the the waiter and sotto voce comments of derision from the surrounding four tables, which, we found out, all attend the same church. It turns out that the majority of counties in Kentucky are dry counties. This seems very odd for a state that prides itself on its bourbon and is famous for mint juleps come Derby time.
Apparently all of the counties we will drive through over the next couple of days are also dry. I found a convenient map (PDF file) from the Kentucky ABC board showing the wet, dry, and "moist" counties.
Now that I think back to the trash I witnessed at Cumberland Falls, I didn’t see any beer cans or bottles. It was almost all plastic soda bottles. Seems that the lack of alcohol doesn’t diminsh the capacity for stupidity.
I forgot to mention that on our route from Cumberland Gap to Cumberland Falls we passed through Corbin, KY, home to Colonel Harlan Sander’s first restaurant and Kentucky Fried Chicken.