So much happens in a day it is hard to know where to begin or what to include. While leaving Elkhorn I ran into an old man who asked me where The Plains was. Someone I had spoken to yesterday had told him where the visitor in town was from. With great pride he showed me the walking stick that he had used in the Appalachian trail many years before. He then warned me of the cyclist who had come a week before me- he was in his 50s, coming from Florida, very strange, and looked like Charles Manson with white hair. That's a good reason to slow down.
Interesting note- apparently all the rivers and streams I see from now on flow to the Mississippi rather than the Atlantic.
So far Kentucky has been full of strip-mining, trailer homes, dogs that love to chase bikes, and climbs that are longer, steeper, and more challenging than anything so far.
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