We pick up our adventure where we left it last, with our hero steeling himself to cross a teetering bridge hundreds of feet above a raging torrent…
Trying to make the most of a rainy day in Illinois.
Another sunny morning, the second in a row, but this one vastly more frosty than the previous. The biggest problem with frost is that all that water stays stuck to things- and then melts- so it’s difficult to dry things off, even if you whack as much ice off them as possible. If you haveContinue reading “Day 26: Kentucky & Illinois”
Fantastic day! After threatening it for nearly a month, I finally got a whole century done- fine weather, flat land, and a need to atone for a day spent inside a WalMart all helped make it possible. Despite the excellent outcome, the day certainly had its ups and downs. It started out weird- onContinue reading “Day 25: Kentucky, or, 💯‼️”
After a cozy camp out last night, I stayed in a little later than usual today to wait for rain showers to pass before heading on towards Bardstown- a mere 60 miles away.
A frosty (beautiful) morning in Booneville today.
Maybe because yesterday was Sunday, maybe because people like to stay inside here, or maybe because mountain spirits regularly transform people into dogs here- I’ve seen more dogs than humans for most of the last two days.
Starting today about 30 miles south of the Virginia/Kentucky border, I was alarmed- nay, surprised- to find frost on many cloth surfaces this morning.
Appalachia is hard to write about. It is both very beautiful and very saddening, and I don’t entirely understand it.
Damascus is nestled, as most towns in Appalachia are, in between a number of hills (or mountains, as we’d call them anywhere else).