46 miles (74 km) – Total so far: 903 miles (1,453 km)
Having added a few extra pounds at Red’s, I hopped back on my bike and not a mile down the road my route plan took me to an ominous ‘bridge out’ sign. Having once driven a rental car through a river in Costa Rica in a similar situation, I decided to forge ahead. The bridge seemed perfectly intact to me. Persephone and I sauntered over and arrived in Bowling Green proper.
Still having some time to kill, I decided to get a much needed haircut. Close by Western Kentucky University I found Classic Cuts and Shaves. I sprang for a full straight razor shave and haircut. Sadly, inflation has taken the price of such a service beyond the customary two bits. After the included head and neck massage, getting rolling again was a bit of a chore.
Another 15 best forgotten miles on a US highway shoulder took me to a better suited country road. Just off the road was a stopped train. Not getting the opportunity to see a full train this close and personal often, I ventured onto the tracks to get a closer look. It took about 60 seconds before a voice in my head that sounded suspiciously like my mother’s told me I should probably move along.
Yet another surprise waited just four miles further down the road. I came across the Shaker Museum. This Musem was dedicated to the memory of a Shaker colony/village established in 1807. At that time, this was definitely the frontier. They did more than scratch a living from the land, they were by all accounts very prosperous. They were dedicated to a set of beliefs that included communal care, hard work, gender equality and the abolition of slavery. All of which are still very much in demand 200 years later.
At 2:00, later than usual for even a 70-80 mile day I arrived at Federal Grove Bed and Breakfast. The main building is beautiful in a way that only Southern buildings can be. More importantly, on the deck of the attached cottage was an incredibly cute puppy. It was nice to see a dog more interested in having his belly rubbed than tearing my neck out. Said belly was, in fact, rubbed vigorously.