Jerry and I made it to NKY and spent time with our families
and slept in real beds. Jack stayed in
Berea and his family came down and visited him.
Everybody enjoyed the two days off of recovery and was ready to ride
Monday morning. Our bikes were stored in
the basement of the Boone Tavern. We met
our sister Janet and her husband Don and son Adam as well as Christie, Jerry and
Sue’s daughter, in Berea on Sunday and we had dinner together. The four of us stayed at the Fairfield Sunday
night so we could continue back on the trail on Monday. I got to attend an MPS Regional picnic in
Columbus on Saturday. If you haven’t
donated yet, try to do so. Donation site
is up to $2,400, with a goal of $5,000.
So far 39 people/families have contributed. Thank you so much on behalf of the MPS Society.
Shout out to Drew Von Handorf (my godson) for winning the
“Feed the Fork Folk Music Trivia Contest in G” during his stay in Berea. How many people do you know who can say that?
We left the hotel parking lot a little before 6:00 and
got back on the trail in front of the Boone Tavern about 6:05. Went through cities Bighill, Sandgap, McKee,
pop 884, Booneville, pop 112, and ended up near Buckhorn, pop 154 which is where
our campground will be if it stops raining.
Otherwise, it could be on to the lodge at Buckhorn Lake. The campground is just below the dam of Buckhorn
Lake. Ride today was beautiful. Hills were not as bad as anticipated. Few dawgs, but no attacks. Felt good to be back on the bikes. Today’s ride was 64 miles. Light traffic today and trucks that were
present, were all very courteous. Hope
that continues.
We met our brother Jay in Booneville for breakfast at a
little café. Pancakes were maybe a
C+. Coffee was not as good, but it
still tasted good.
Our sitter Joan and her husband Dave met us at the
campsite. Dave brought his special
spaghetti sauce for dinner. Those plans
may change with the current rain.
We are seeing a lot of old abandoned cars along the
way. Collector’s items. Every time I go to a car show which is about once every 5-20 years, I see
the ’57 Chevy section, the Mustang section, the Camaro section, but never the
Chevette section. Well, guess what, on
today’s ride there it was, the ultimate prize rusting in the tall grass
somewhere between Booneville and Buckhorn, a ’79 or ’80 Chevette, white. I may have to get my brother-in-law, Paul and
go back and get that baby.
Tomorrow, trying to make it to Melvin (they’ll be no
Melvin’s on this job) or if we get real brave, Breaker’s State Park in
Virginia. Not a whole lot of places to
stay between here and there.
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