Day 22, Getting ready for the rain.

The country side opened up to reveal more pasture lands and farms.

Something about old abandoned barns just begs to be explored.

I thought these things were lamas, but they're not. Sorry, I forget what they are called.

At the Abraham Lincoln Homestead, I took this shot of one of the original log cabins.

This one is supposed to be the family cabin.

Statue of Abe himself. He is a big symbol around here. There is all kinds of references to him almost everywhere we went.

We passed though this little town on our way to Bardstown.

There they are, two of them.

Boonsville. We stayed here at an RV park.

Ole barns and grain silos. The country side is covered with um.

We saw more churches in the past month, than most people see in a whole year.

Some of these barns are huge. This one must have been 100 feet long.

This is Jeff and Teresa. Owners of a little convenience store we ate at. They treated us like kin.

The lake near Boonsville where we camped,



Day 22, Lake Harrington, to Bardstown. June 2, 71.3 miles.

Today we left Lake Harrington at about 8:30 AM. We had a 60 plus mile day planned, so we wanted to make sure we were well on our way by the time the sun was high. The forecast called for temperatures in the 90’s, with no wind. Tomorrow is Tuesday, which calls for similar weather. But Wednesday is calling for thunder showers and the likes. It is supposed to only last one day, so we are taking a rest day in Bardstown in hopes it will blow over.

The ride today saw rolling hills and flatter terrain. We were also able to see a lot further than in previous days. I knew for sure we were out of the mountains. That doesn’t mean there’s no more climbing though. There is always a hill somewhere, and it will always come at the most inopportune time. The rolling hills allowed us to cover ground quickly, if we planned them right, we would have enough momentum to get almost all the way up the next one. It doesn’t always work, sometimes the up hill is way bigger than the down hill, and visa versa. We made frequent stops to enjoy the beautiful country side, and take pictures. I took a lot today. There were more of those intriguing barns, and some really neat colonial style houses. We even saw some Llamas on the side of the road in a small open field with a pond on it. At first, we thought they were cows with really long legs, but when we stopped, they started coming over to see what we were all about. Lisa tried to pest one, but it spit at her. Those things have big teeth. If you get too close, they snarl. As we continued our drive, we cruised passed a small country store where we met Jeff and Teresa. At first they were unsure of us, but once they found out where we were from and what we were doing, they opened up the good old southern hospitality and we exchanged stories of home, just like we were good old friends.

We passed through a few small communities, stopping for cold drinks and talking story with the local folks. One thing for sure, everyone in these small towns knows about the weather. I guess you have to, being that the tornados can pop up at any time out of no where. We made our way to Springfield, a larger town of about 8 or 9 thousand, and found this pizza place for lunch. It was called, “Snappy Tomato Pizza”. Great little place, and the food was just as good. After a gut filling lunch, we headed toward the town of Maud. On the way, we stopped at the Abraham Lincoln Homestead. Where Abe’s family lived. There was the original houses from that period, even one that was moved there from a location a few miles away.. We talked with the worker in the visitor center, and she gave us a wealth of information.

From that point on, things turned for the worse. We took a wrong turn, and ended up making a big 9 to 10 mile loop, that brought us right back to the same spot we at over 2 hours ago. No problem though, it was still only 4:30PM, and it was only 15 miles to our destination. To make up lost time, we decided to take Highway 150. A heavily traveled road that scared the living daylights out of us. We got honked at, yelled at, and nearly run over a number of times. And we weren’t even on the road. We were riding our bikes on the grass to avoid all the cars. I did a lot of praying these 15 miles. And I believe that God was there protecting us. Thank you Lord Jesus.

We rolled into camp at about 7:00PM. And paid extra for an RV spot that was close to the showers. It started raining just about then, and we scrambled to get our tents up. Luckily for us, it didn’t last long, and we were able to get everything situated and secure. I jumped into the shower, and had one of the best showers I could remember. Since it is our rest day tomorrow, I just concentrated on having a great time in spite of the weather.

Good night everybody, Aloha. Ted.