Monday, June 30, 2014

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.



Phillipe Rd

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.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

An S24O did we

It rained on us early, but we departed in style.


 We stopped for supper (in lieu of gas station stuff).


 Camp was really nice. The sly 'coon stole our cookies.




The morning was nice too, especially the mist.






 I had poor fitness, but a great time. Breakfast at the Twig did the trick.



Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Wrench

Within the last few days I've managed to wrench/tweak/twerk/fuck up my lower back. How am I going to have bike adventures if I can barely bend over to pick up sticks?  This is most inopportune.

Monday, June 02, 2014

The itch

The itch, it grows. This only hastens.
 
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