Day 19, Smaller, but steeper.

Andy on the left, and Dave on the right are trying to figure out what that noise is coming from the back wheel. It was a broken spoke. Lucky for them, Ted was there, and he had all the tools to fix it for um.

This is the Adventure Cycling support van. They are considered the top name in cycle touring.

The church at which we stayed at in Booneville. By the way, it's called Booneville after Daniel Boone.

Bikes belinging to the Adventure Cycle tour group.

There are more churches per square mile in these parts than any where else I've been.

I like old barns, too bad I couldn't take more pictures of them.

This is The Log Church in a small town we passed through. Sorry, I forget the name, but inside is the oldest pipe organ in Kentucky. There was a wedding there today, so we didn't go in to check it out,

These roads are long and winding. And the weather was terrific.

This is Tom on the left, and David in the middle. They are part of the Adventure Cycling group. Oh, and that is me on the right.

It's hard to make out, but there is a quilt like design on the wall of the building with the large garage door. In the days of slavery, it signified a safe place for slave seeking refuge.


Day 19, Hazard to Boonesville. Great Ridding Weather. 50 miles.

It was hard to leave our accommodations at the “Guest Hotel”. The place might have been pricy, but it was very nice. We had a large flat panel TV, large room, and fast high speed wifi. They also had the best Continental breakfast I have ever had anywhere. Besides, they were the only hotel in the area.

We left in bright, sunny conditions. You couldn’t ask for better ridding weather. We took highway 15 a short ways to where it junctioned the interstate, and again found ourselves on a main cross country artery. This time, the traffic was not as bad since it was the weekend, and most of the Hill Billy’s were still in bed from partying the night before. Just kidding of course, I wouldn’t seriously say stuff like that for fear one of them would stumble across my blog and run me over. As we made our way back on to lightly traveled country roads. We again encountered some climbing. By now, we were becoming accustomed to these naturally accruing daily events. A little steep, but the climb didn’t last long. About 1.3 miles. As usual, I was drenched in perspiration, The dogs were far and few in between today, and I only had one close call, I had the speed I needed going down hill to escape without a nip.

We caught up to the Adventure Cycling group, or should I say, they caught up to us later in the morning. Andy, one of the two support drivers for the sag van stopped to say hello, and offered us sandwiches and water. Both Andy and Dave(The other driver whom we met yesterday), are the nicest guys you could ever meet. Andy gave both of us safety triangles to put on our trailers so we would be better seen by drivers. They were sincerely concerned of our safety. As Lisa and I rode along , it was evident that today was going to be very nice as far as weather was concerned. The views today were not as spectacular because we were mostly ridding in heavily forested and deep, narrow valleys, that did not give us the chance to see much of the country side. We saw deer crossing the road in front of us on two separate occasions, and had what I think was a gopher or something almost run into my front wheel. Apparently it was trying to hide in the freshly cut grass when Lisa passed, and decided to make a dash for the other side, not knowing I was right behind. The result could have been ugly if it hadn’t stopped inches from impact.. The day was uneventful for the most part. We did meet up with riders from Adventure Cycling as we \stopped for refreshments. Come to find out, they were staying at the same camp ground that we were. Andy invited us to join them for dinner, so we bought some stuff to through in, and enjoyed their company for the evening. It was a fun time meeting these people from different parts of the country.

Till next time, Aloha, Ted.