I lived in Glasgow, KY for a couple of years in my wanderings as a seasonal park ranger. It's a beautiful area with rolling hills and large patches of the Eastern Hardwood forest to drive through. I was glad to leave; any time there was a heavy rain the iron in the soil leached into the water and would turn your laundry orange-brown if you weren't careful; we were in a dry county and had to drive 70 miles round trip to buy beer and wine; they had weird "blue laws" for what you could and couldn't buy on Sunday; and there were a lot of Good Ol' Boys who were still overtly racist and sexist.

Great caves, though.