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Bicycle Trip 1999
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Texas 2003
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08/21  Plan B
08/22  Mystery and Eagles
08/26  Bowels of Security
08/29  The Haunted Outhouse
09/02  I crossed the Mack
09/04  Shopping in Michigan
09/04  Ford
09/05  Kentucky
09/05  Tennessee Memories
09/09  I still cannot pronounce Dahlenoga
09/10  Not all that glitters is gold
09/12  Begging turtles at Magnolia Springs State Park
09/24  Two weeks in Bluffton
09/25  Camping on Jekyll Island
09/26  Sulfur water coffee
10/01  "It was crazy all them gators."
10/03  Blue Ridge Parkway
10/04  What part of Wisconsin are you from?
10/05  Linville Falls
10/08  A little bit of color
10/09  Crunchy, Grunty and Stompy wouldn't let me sleep.
10/09  Last day in Shenandoah
10/14  Colorful
10/23  The Empire State
10/27  Back South Again
10/30  Kentucky Again
11/03  (pictures)
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11/13  (pictures)
11/14  (pictures)
11/16  (pictures)
11/17  (pictures)
11/23  (pictures)
11/24  (pictures)
11/25  (pictures)
11/26  (pictures)
Little Bicycle Trip 2011
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Bicycle Trip 2011
Nomadic 2011
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Nomadic 2012
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Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
Bicycle Trip 2015
Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017



tl;dr: Kentucky isn't the kind of place where you can just sleep in your van.

After crossing into Kentucky I decided to find a place to park for the night. This wasn't easy. The map showed a complex of tiny roads crisscrossing forests and hills. In any other state this would mean logging roads or hunting land. Not here. It was incredibly populated in a sparse hillbilly sort of way. I drove for an hour on narrow, winding roads before finally finding a parking area next to a bridge.

Not many cars went by, but the passengers of every one seemed to glare at me. It wasn’t long before one of the neighbors stopped to see if I was “all right.” He informed me that I was on private land, but I should be okay, and he would call the owner to let him know I was here. A little later the owner showed up. He was very concerned about me dumping garbage. I promised I wouldn’t. (Apparently garbage is very hard to dispose of down here. You often see it piled up in random, unsanctioned places.) I figured that would be the end of my visits so I settled down to watch Yu-Gi-Oh The Abridge Series (seriously, Little Kuriboh is genius) on my phone (YouTube in the sticks). That’s when a cop showed up.

He was just checking me out because somebody had called in. But he left me alone. I asked if there was someplace a little more appropriate I should park. He had no suggestions.

I didn’t sleep very well. Both neighbors had barking dogs, and I kept waking up to phantom hillbillies sneaking around my van.

This incident highlights a few points that I considered many times over the weekend. Driving is nowhere near as interesting as biking. And I didn’t do a very good job planning this weekend out.

BTW, in what is sure to be a new and pointless gimmick, I figured out how to attach a video camera to the bicycle rack on the van. I call it the VanCam. Turn down your speakers. The following is me leaving the Kentucky backroads this morning.

stopping in Kentucky

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