Day 24, The rain won.

This little fellow came and got the cheeto's we threw out for him.

He even begged for more.

At Abe Lincolns birth place, we stayed in this replica cabin. Pretty cute, but no wifi.

In the fancy building is what they believe is a, if not the, log cabin. They wouldn't even let me take pictures.

Inside our cabin. Only one light, no running water, and one outlet. But it did have a heater.

See? This is proof we were there
And it rained, and it rained, and it rained..............

And then it rained some more..............

And it kept on raining till we gave up...........

But when it stopped, it was heavan on earth.



Day 24, Bardstown to Buffalo. 41 miles.

Since yesterday was a rest day, I logged no entry. We had no internet service at the My Old Kentucky Home State Park. Our rest day consisted of some sight seeing. Bardstown is the second oldest town in Kentucky, established in 1773. The Old Talbott Tavern, now a bed and breakfast. Is said to be the second oldest stage coach stop, and, the last one east of the Mississippi. We met some fine people while walking the streets of this town, and it is indeed rich in history.

This morning, we found ourselves waiting for the rain to subside. It had rained most of the night, and was still coming down pretty good when we got up. The weather forecast called for clear skies, and a sunny day. That was the main reason for the rest day, to let the rain blow over. The Adventure Cycling group was ready to roll at 8:30AM. We said our good byes, figuring we’d see them later that evening in White Mills, our destination for the day. Lisa and I finally got going a little after 9:00, and decided to head down to McDonalds for breakfast even though it was in the opposite direction. We hung out at Mc
Donald’s waiting for the rain to stop. We must have been there a good 45 minutes. After realizing that the rain was not going to stop, we decided we might as well press on……..

It was cold, and everything got wet real quick. Even with rain gear on, you still get wet from the perspiration. Then when you go down hill, you freeze to death from the cold. This scenario repeats itself time and time again. We passed through some pretty impressive country today. There were wide open farm land with corn and wheat. We saw cattle ranches, and beautiful horses. The rolling country side led us into a shallow valley that more or less followed a stream. This time we were going with it instead of against it. If not for the constant rain, the photo opportunities would have been endless.

We stopped at a gas station to pick up something to eat for lunch. There was almost nothing there. I grabbed a V-8, and a Gatorade, along with some crackers and cheese. Since we were freezing to death, the owner let us sit in a back room where there were tables and chairs. We were very grateful. I glanced around, and saw a shelf lined up with dog show trophies. There must have been at least 10 or 12 of them. Right next to the shelf, was a number of wall posters of the Kentucky Wildcats. Football fans no doubt. After completing our meal, we thanked the owner for letting us use the facility, and continued on toward White Mill. We rode again for a couple of hours in the pouring rain. This time it was getting worse. We were real cold, soaked to the bone, and had no desire to press on. I told Lisa we should look for dry shelter, since trying to put up our tents in this weather would not be good. Not to mention a miserable cold, wet, and sleepless night. With no hesitation, she agreed, and we plotted a course for the closest hotel. Easier said than done. What I mean by this, is that we are way out in no where. That means no hotels. We checked the map, and there was supposed to be one about 5 miles up the road, and 1.5 miles off route. We followed the maps directions, but there was no such hotel. We stopped and asked some locals, and even they weren’t sure what we were talking about. Finally, we were directed to the birth place of Abraham Lincoln. It’s actually a National Park. The have log cabins that they rent out to guests. We found the place, and was checked in, warm and dry by 4:30PM. After showering and hanging our stuff out to dry, we headed down to the information center and checked out the exhibits. We even took in the documentary on film of Abe’s life in Kentucky. There is this huge historical monument with an original log cabin housed inside it. They didn’t allow picture taking in there, so I wasn’t able to get a shot. But let me tell you, the thing was real old. Built in the 1700’s.

Our accommodations for the night is a one room log cabin, roughly 18’ \X 18’. It has one door, and two windows. The fire place was disabled. There are two chairs, a table, and a dresser. We each have our own double sized bed, and the cabin has a large deck with a rocking chair on it. But the rain and cold kept us inside. The showers and toilets are located next door in another building. That’s a bummer, especially when it’s raining, and there is no foot path leading to it. At least it has hot water, and electricity. All in all, it’s a great place. No wifi, but we are dry for the night.

Thank you for remembering us in your prayers. I can feel The Lord Watching over us. Aloha, Ted.