Hoping to make it to Berea tonight; currently escaping the heat in the London Library. Slept last night in Pine Mountain State Park. We started the night under a picnic shelter, but then got worried about visits from critters on account of all the trash cans around so we moved to another shelter further into the park. Awoke to a thick fog and heavy humidity which made everything damp. The hills seem to have leveled out considerably and we are making good time.
"And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County. Down by the Green River where Paradise lay. Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking. Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away" - John Prine (though I sing the Dwight Yoakam version)
Singing at full throat, belly full of sweet tea and fried chicken, water bottles full of ice water, pumping my legs as fast as they will go racing a coal train from Corbin to London, not knowing or caring where we will sleep tonight. Those are the good times. Then you hit a hill, get a face full of diesel exhaust and remember its 97 degrees out.
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