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Grandpa Lost His Mind
A Journal - Crossing America by Bicycle

June 29, 2007      Miles 59      Total miles 3440      Ended at: Berea, Kentucky

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I go into a lot of gas stations and cafes to eat or grab a snack. Every woman clerk in this state knows me as Hon. It seems to make no difference how old they are they all call me Hon or Honey but usually Hon. I guess that way they never have to learn a mans name it they call us all the same thing. The people here have been very polite.


There is no shortage of homes with big white pillars in Kentucky. I am near half way across Kentucky and the homes and small towns are nicely kept. Of course there are plenty of exceptions but generally speaking there is a lot of pride in home upkeep here. I am amazed how many acerages there are where the owners keep them looking like a city park.


This old school is over 100 years old. Springfield is a small town and I wonder how they could afford such a fine school back then.
I have an uncle who used to collect horns from Texas longhorn cattle. He had a couple of sets which held world records back in the 60's. One set of horns was 13 feet from tip to tip. Another held the record for its girth but I don't remember the dimensions. Of the five main varieties of goats in North America, the Nubian is my favorite. I was hoping the picture would come out better and show their prominent Roman nose.


Did I make a wrong turn somewhere?
I parked Ol' Blue on top of a bridge for about 15 minutes to watch the train activity in Danville.


As I was leaving Danville, I saw Ron and Karen's motor home parked outside of town. This is almost getting comical how we keep running into each other. He rides faster than I do and each time he passes me he says something like I should trade Ol' Blue for a mule. You can see from this picture how the drivers don't always give us a lot of room. This was very fast moving traffic on this section of road.
Outside of Danville, there are miles and miles of gray stone fence, stacked just like this. Ron and I think it was probably built by slave labor many years ago. I rode on eight miles of this type road, on the right, today. It was very peaceful.


They should put warnings on bike sandles that they will cause odd tan lines!
When I was in Montana I posted a picture of these type tubes filled with cow manure. Here they are filled with those large round bales of hay. I just don't know how they do it. It looks like the plastic has been shrunk around the hay bales.
It is hard to believe but I have only 750 more miles to go to the east coast. According to people who have ridden in this area, the Appalachians are much harder to cycle than the mountains of the west. The mountains aren't nearly as tall but they are extremely steep and are very tiring. Ron and I were talking today and can't imagine them being any harder than coming out of Hell's Canyon. I will slow my pace considerably for the next ten days. Once I get over the Blue Ridge Parkway, it will be downhill to the coast. I am actually in no hurry to finish this trip. It has been hard but it has been fun.