BOBBY AND THANE TACKLE THE TRANSAM Day 14; Booneville to Berea

Day Fourteen Thane’s Blog: rollin, rollin, rollin on my boo (sung to the tune of rolling on a river by tina turner!)

Tuesday May 14, 2013, 48 miles (77 km) – Total so far: 783 miles (1,260 km)

Our day started out around 6:30 am. We spent the night at the home of an awesome woman named Linda in Boonville. She charges a small fee but her laugh and genuine hospitality we an incredible gift. We love you lots Ms. LindaThis morning I caught myself singing in my head again. This time it was the Tina Turner song that goes…….”rolling, rolling, rolling on a river”. Much of our morning was spent rolling up and down various rolling roads. I think the longest climb was maybe 30 minutes and might have topped out at 10%. The locals say that the big mountains are behind us and if the climbs of today are any indication I believe they are right.We are leaving Eastern Kentucky and venturing into mid central Kentucky as a gal at the post office we stopped at called it. I had mentioned to Bobby about mid-way through our 48 mile day that ended in Berea that the income level seemed to be rising as we cycled west. Gone are the shacks that were used as residences by entire families. Gone are the vicious dogs. Gone too are the towns folk that often smoked cigarettes in both hands while searching for some of their missing teeth and the breakfast beers they all seem to enjoy.

I truly loved my adventures while cycling through Eastern Kentucky. I will forever cherish the memories of birds singing me a symphony as boo and I climbed mountain after mountain. The vast majority of the people we chatted up were nothing but kind to us. With the exception of one woman who didn’t take kindly to a crazy ass dude in spandex asking her for directions. She actually pointed to a freaking hill to our left and said something I couldn’t even understand. The tone of her voice was such that I knew I shouldn’t have taken the time from her day to ask. That 15 seconds meant that the cigarette she was smoking was not being inhaled at the proper times in order to assure full flavor and effectiveness.

I must admit, as I pulled away from her and cycled up the road a little bit to ask someone else the same question I asked her I felt a real sadness. The poverty of Eastern Kentucky is as vicious as the dogs on county road 611. The sights of small children running around trailer houses with junk a strewn was a stark reminder that this country. This beautiful land of the free and home of the brave needs help in many, many areas.

In my heart of hearts I know that the true climbs of the mountains is behind me until we reach the Rocky Mountains and today it made me slightly sad. Unlike some of the other climbs of the previous days the one major climb made me angry at times. Not angry at the task of climbing but angry at each and every motor vehicle that was on that mountain at the same time boo and I were. I wanted that climb to myself.

I wanted to suffer beautifully with just the birds or the sounds of water coming off the mountains. But today the traffic up and down that mountain was like a bully taking a toy away from a toddler. I just wanted to stop each and every car and truck and motorcycle and scold them for being on that mountain today. Is that wrong of me?

As we were sitting on the steps of a church near the town we knew we would be staying in tonight we met another cyclist doing the transam East to West just like us. His name is Martin. It was odd to me but as he pulled up he called us by first names. Apparently he has been following our blog and he finally caught up to us old farts. He said he was averaging 80 – 100 mile days so I am absolutely sure the photo I snapped of his backside as he cycled away will be the last photo I take of him this trip.

I need to soak up the people and the laughter and the stories of the areas we are cycling through and I fear that if we are logging those types of miles per day I will miss out on that. I do say may God be with you Martin and may the wind be at your back.

Tonight and tomorrow we will be camping at the OH! Kentucky campground and rv park. Tomorrow we will try to take a rest day and actually rest. By rest I mean catch a cab back into town and hang at a coffee shop with some college kids around here. Apparently this is a college town and I’m quite sure two crazy ass old dudes will fit right in! not!!

I have been contemplating writing about my journey through the state of Virginia since the moment Bobby and I set up the cameras tripod, attached the beast of a camera to it, crossed our fingers that the tripod would actually hold its weight and then photographed ourselves in front of the “Welcome to the state of Kentucky” sign

I think tomorrow might be an awesome day to get these thought out of my head and onto a blog or two.

Day Fourteen Bobby’s Blog: My body wants to surrender but my mind can’t accept it’s terms.

Tuesday May 14, 2013, 48 miles (77 km) – Total so far: 783 miles (1,260 km)

Woke up this morning and thought I’d gone to Heaven. Then I remembered that I was sleeping at Linda’s Victorian Rose. If you are coming behind us and plan a stay in Booneville than The Rose is your place. Keep in mind that is not a B&B as the ACA map depicts. But, you will have a private room and bath and rooms come with fridge,micro, and Linda provides the coffee which is also in the room. We stopped at the store and picked up dinner and breakfast and made out just fine.

We got out early and had our morning prayer at the graveside of Linda’s late husband. They bury their loved ones in their back yard here if they wish. What a beautiful spot she picked out for him. Linda has cats and they are pretty cool and are never allowed in the guest rooms.

Today’s ride was again through some pretty country as ACA likes to keep us in the country. I swear sometimes it doesn’t seem like we can get there from here but it always works out.

A lot of the roads we travel on are pretty narrow and the ones that are not I’m always glad when we get back on the narrow ones. We have been blessed with just a few dog attacks and very few coal trucks and they were going the other way.

It looks like the mountains are behind us now,today just a couple big hills and small rollers. We will take a much needed rest day at the Oh Kentucky Campground here in Berea.

The grounds at the Rose

The grounds at the Rose

Some of these roads would break a snakes back.

Some of these roads would break a snakes back.

A fellow TransAmmer Martin pulled up as we were checking the map for the campgrounds.

A fellow TransAmmer Martin pulled up as we were checking the map for the campgrounds.