We had heard so much about the church hostel in Sebree we rode a short day just to be able to stay there. Again, a very hot day, passing so many chicken growing places, not really farms, just pole buildings with no signage or windows. Just chickens. Grain trucks passed us all day and we rode through gently curved roads in farmland for miles. It was so hot, and after passing all the chicken buildings I could not look at another poor chicken tender. We did have a fun conversation with the farmers at a table in one gas station, this station being their “third place” a pub or church of sorts. People are curious about us, and we are curious about them.
Sebree church was just a little amazing. The pastor lead us to a downstairs room in the church with rooms, cots, fully stocked refrigerator, showers, maps, air conditioning, big screen tv..anything a cyclist could want. We shared the space with another couple about our age with the same interests (so fun) and another Transamerica racer. It was fun to watch that guy eat. Mike and I had our own room with cots and a delicious home cooked meal. This is the life.
The day started out very pleasant, a peaceful ride through beautiful farmland, on a gorgeous Sunday morning. By the afternoon it was again hot, windy and muggy. We had been traveling through many dry counties and it being Father’s Day I knew Mike might want a beer. We we passed a barn where there was obviously a few guys enjoying some beers, I pulled in and asked if I could buy a few from them. Of course they were happy to oblige and were interested in our adventure. We left the barn with a handlebar bag filled with the best they offer, bud light, and that was my gift to Mike for Father’s Day!
We were headed to the Falls of Rough, and were excited to stay in the cabin they advertised, to relax in the pool and sit in the restaurant after another tough day on the bike, but when we arrived it was a ghost town with two teenage kids running it, no pool, no kitchen, no internet. The cabin was adorable, but there were no falls just a creek. We had planned on eating there so we were low on supplies and we convinced the poor employee to make up a burger, which he did. He was dealing with an absentee owner and was in over his head!
We did sleep very well, as we were all alone in the resort. An experience I am sure we will laugh about someday!
We packed up and moved on towards White Mills, a small four corners town with a gas station. Such a hot and muggy day, over 100 degrees again but relatively flat. The scenery is nondescript, but maybe I just thought that because it was so much corn and heat.
We arrived at the Fire Department early in the afternoon and appreciated the cooler of ice water the department left us. These people are just so good. A few of the transamerica bike racers stopped in for a break (they rarely sleep) and that to us is always exciting as they are celebrities in our minds.
We showered, cooked some ramen noodles and set up our sleeping bags next to the fire trucks and read ourselves to sleep.
It is now September and Mike and I are headed to a new bicycle adventure. I often will run into friends and they ask if we finished our late spring ride across the east coast. Who knew anyone was reading! For our own memories sake I pulled out my diary and will finish tales of that adventure before I start the new one.
June 14. We headed off route to visit the so called bourbon capitol of the world, Bardstown. It was international Bourbon day and we had heard there would be lots of shenanigans going on, Although it was just a short 24 mile detour in 90 degree heat we had to endure very busy roads. We were happy to find a hotel with an outdoor pool which we loved that first afternoon, and after a good cool down we cleaned up and headed into town. They claim to be “the most beautiful small town in America” but Mike and I knew immediately they have nothing on our Saugatuck! The Main Street was bars and antique stores, all geared toward tourism and bourbon. It is the second oldest town in Kentucky and home to “My old Kentucky Home state park”
Dinner that night was at the Old Talbot Inn, built in the 1700’s and reported to be haunted. We had a front row seat to a blind bourbon tasting competition and some fine blues music before we pedaled back to our hotel.
June 15 we thought we would tour some world class distilleries. Though we are not bourbon drinkers, the ancient and time honored tradition is fascinating and the corn used by these distilleries are grown in the fields outside of town. We visited the Barton 1792 distillery (which incidentally has a storage facility collapse on June 22, losing 9000 barrels of booze, then another collapse on the Fourth of July losing another 9000)). After the tour we visited the Bourbon museum and went back to the pool. Good day.