|Lago Linda in the fog. I literally was chasing it across the fields as it burned off.|
|Smallest church ever?|
|Kentucky River in morning light|
|Better times in Irvine?|
|Up that little hill is Patrick looking for his wife's roots. I stayed below.|
|Patrick pulling away on Little Rock Rd.|
As my dad would say, "weak!". We arrived in Berea, took on some calories and immediately headed for Richmond and its bike shop.