Other than my beloved Smokies (I was born in East Tennessee), my favorite is the Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill, AKA Shakertown, outside Harrodsburg, KY.
It was a place my late wife and I loved and visited at least once every one of the few years we had together. At her request I scattered her ashes from the stern-wheel boat that runs a stretch of the Kentucky River from Shaker Landing through 300-foot cliffs on one side and forest on the other. Mine will be scattered there as well.
It still includes a working farm, though far smaller than when the Shakers were there. There are buildings dating back to 1809. Some are restored, and some didn't need much. The Center Family Dwelling, built in 1835, still has the original paint on the interior trim. Three floors and a basement, wood floors throughout, and you can walk through it and never hear a board squeak. These people were incredible builders, inventors, craftsmen and farmers. They sold seeds and herbal patent medicines all over this country and often overseas.
The food served in the Trustees' House is wonderful. The Shakers were also fine cooks, and much of what is served today is grown or raised on the place.
Best of all, it's like stepping back in time to visit there, especially in the evening. There's no interstate highway noise, the street lamps cast a lovely light, and there is a great sensation of peace and of rich history.
Walkin' Jack, you are one hell of a writer. You made me feel and smell salt water.
