We said goodbye to Joe and headed out and went down 46 more miles of pretty much traffic-free roads. The countryside here looks like it could be Anywhere, USA. Ken said if you blindfolded him and dropped him off out here, he'd have no idea what state you'd left him in. lol
Saying goodbye to Joe.
We rode for about 20 miles and the skies started to get DARK. When it began raining we rode our trikes into the back door of this barn. It only rained for about 10 minutes and the rest of the day was nice.
The clouds were still dark when we left, but we pedaled on.
And look who we ran into! Joe! :) We hugged each other like we'd all been friends for years, even though we'd only just met the day before. We'd been to church together, eaten a meal together, and talked for a long time about riding. Joe speaks with a Thai accent, and I keep cracking up when I remember him telling us about the cows... they unsettle him a bit, the way they all stare at him, with their faces all the same. lol Now I will probably think about Joe every time the cows start staring. Hi Joe!
Taking a break for Simon at a General Baptist Church. I didn't realize there were so many kinds of Baptists. I've seen signs for General, Regular, and Southern.
We finally arrived at the only motel in Marion, KY. It's clean and kinda cute, but very expensive and offers no discounts for cyclists. On the other hand, there were no shady folks loitering here either and that was nice.