Ride Stats:
Distance: 71 mi.
Avg. Speed: 10.2 mph
Climbed: 4400 ft.
Weather: 58 to 78 F, mostly cloudy, low winds
Using the Fire Station's kitchen and our well stocked camping pantry, Angela whipped up a fine dinner of Indian cuisine; and we slept great through an emergency-free night. This morning's ride took me through some pretty rugged wooded countryside with ever increasing hills. I thought I was getting into the Appalachian foothills, but it was too soon for that. Eventually it flattened out again into corn, soybean and tobacco fields.
The towns that this trail goes through are really small, often with no restaurants, and certainly no normal accomodations. Our next stop near Hudson is a country Grocery Store that makes it's backyard available to touring bicyclists, just because the owners get a kick out of meeting them. They turned out to be really nice, generous folks. He also delivers Mail, so we could commisserate about the dogs.
The dog situation hasn't gotten any better. As much as I've written about them, I've really only described a minority of the confrontations. Late in today's ride I came over the top of a hill and heard the clickety clack sound of dog's nails on pavement. I looked over and it was a full size boxer within a foot of my leg. I swung my leg over to the other side while applying the brakes and trying to keep the bike between myself and the dog, but dismounted before I was fully stopped; and both the bike and I crashed to the pavement. I swore at the dog as I was going down, and when I picked myself and the bike up he was nowhere to be seen.
My injuries consisted of muscle and ligament strains in a thigh, a knee, a thumb and a wrist; but no bleeding. I got my hands out in front of me when I hit, and rolled with impact. This is why I wear a helmet and gloves. I stopped at a little grocery nearby and looked for something frozen to ice my leg with. The best I could do was an ice cream sandwich, which I stuck into the leg of my riding shorts, and continued riding the 8 miles to our destination. Oddly, the injuries hardly hampered my biking motion, but when I tried to walk it was difficult and painful.
I wisely built an extra day into our itinerary, with a side excursion to Mammoth Cave and the thought that if I was running behind or needed a rest day, I could forego that loop. So tomorrow I'll ride a shorter day to a B&B in New Haven and then take a rest day.
Historic old cabin that someone keeps up next to their modern home. That's a well in the frontyard.
Kentucky has certain counties that are "dry," which sets up interesting economic oddities, like bars and liquor stores just outside of county lines.
Nice example of the mixture of farm fields and woods that I rode past all day.
How about teaching them not to chase bicyclists.
View of the sunset from our camp for the night.