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Grandpa Lost His Mind
A Journal - Crossing America by Bicycle

June 30, 2007      Miles 60      Total miles 3500      Ended at: Booneville, Kentucky

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Berea is a very pretty town with 10,000 inhabitants. I should have taken a lot of pictures of the downtown area. It has a lot of beautiful old buildings and Berea College. The college itself has a pretty stormy history which I was reading about but it is too long of a story to go into here. You can see by this picture it was very hazy when I left town and it was pretty much like this most of the day. It was 71 degrees this morning. The local people at the gas station, where I had two biscuits and and sausage patties with gravy for breakfast, told me Berea is considered the gateway to the Appalachians. My first day in the Appalachians wasn't all that bad. Yes, there were hard climbs but I was expecting it to be worse. We'll see what the next few days bring.


There were signs on the road which said, "Peaches" and a sign on the door which said, "Open" but unfortunately neither was true. I sure would love to buy some more great peaches.
These photos were taken at two different family cemetaries and both places have many graves marked with only a flat rock with no name on the stone. You can see at least a dozen rocks sticking out of the ground in the picture on the left.


These pictures in no way depict the general appearance of housing structures in this part of Kentucky. This is very remote country and I am amazed there are even roads in some areas here. Most homes, even the very small homes, are well maintained.


Today was a twelve dog day. I was chased by twelve different dogs which actually came out in the road and came after me. There was only one dog who acted like Cujo. He grabbed the covering over my trailer and was trying to stop me. He didn't rip the cover but he was sure tugging on it. I figured that was better than grabbing my leg. The other dogs I was able to shoo away. There were more which chased me along the fence line but never came into the road so I didn't count them. As the day went on, there weren't as many dogs because there weren't too many houses.


This man, Raymond, is a retired school teacher. He saw me riding by his place and asked if I would like to camp on his property. I told him I wanted to put in a few more miles. He said he has had a lot of cyclists stay behind his garden over the years and he always tells them to eat anything they want out of his garden or off his trees but because of the drought this year the only thing which is growing good is zuchinni.


I followed this road today for several miles. It is very narrow and I don't know if I ever saw a car on it.


The mountains have many kinds of vegetation on them. There are vines, like the ones on the left, which are choking out everything in their path. I like the trumpet vine which is all over the rock in the picture on the right.


One thing which is obviously different in Kentucky is, when people talk about directions, they refer more to counties than towns. For instance, they will ask what county I started in today rather than what town.



I thought this was a cave on the side of the road but it isn't. I bet it makes for a nice little waterfall when there is a heavy rain.


I am staying in a small town called Booneville. When I pulled into a gas station, two people told me the Presbyterian Church has a pavillion behind it with a shower and toilet and there is a sign which welcomes cyclists. This is home for the night.