In the valley between the hills
As I have in other years, I used a camp drop-off as an excuse for some central KY cycling. Really I don't have words. I always find the riding down there very, very taxing (not helped by lack of fitness), but ultimately it's some of the most rewarding terrain I know. It just feels good, there nestled in the creek and river valleys surrounded by the knobs, the early foothills of what will become the Appalachians. Today I was surrounded by birdcall, a blanket of humidity, virtually no traffic, a fox, a whistlepig, cows, my own weaknesses, and the hum of 2 wheels.
It's the one area- Casey, Lincoln, Boyle- where I could see buying a small, country get-a-way. Open roads, blue sky, birds, a challenge but a doable challenge. It was a harder-than-it-should-have-been 32 miles, but 32 good miles.
|South Fishing Creek Rd., maybe an all-time fav. Yes, on the list of all-time favs.|
|Country bike, right?|
|Deceptively, this is looking downhill. I said the hell with it and walked.|
|Change from a wet cap to my new "Go USA!" Buff. It proved pretty cool for a good while until I preferred the bill of the cap again.|
|I enjoyed seeing this. Immensely.|
|Casey County, KY|
|Google is silly sometimes.|