Friday, June 17, 2016

(F) #2 Narrow Roads and Hills and Curves

Hello, All,

Today is the 9th day from Mena and we have one foot in KY and the other in VA as we sit in Breaks Interstate Park overlooking the "Grand Canyon of the South" (the Russell Fork of the Big Sandy River". 


We're beginning to settle into a routine of sorts. Like all aspects of our travels, it is "a plan from which to deviate". We start out early while it still is cool. Marv drives first, since the van's visor is too short to shade my eyes for the first couple of hours after sunup. (It's not ME that's too short; it's the visor...right? Of course that won't be a problem once we head back toward Mena.)
We make 2 or more stops each day to check out any camping opportunities along the way. That has included National Parks, State parks, and COE camps (Corp of Engineers), which can be counted on to have electric sites (important back-up for charging the ELF's batteries). There are also "cyclist camps", noted on the bicycle maps, which are city or county parks, or located at churches and providing toilets and a place to park over night. Our goal is to know where we might stop for the night, as some of the distances are uncomfortably far apart, and we won't know much ahead of time where we might have stopped the preceding night.. Flexibility is the name of the game, and information is key.


We've seen a lot of rural countryside as the Bicycle Route takes us around or through the edge of towns. It turns out to be a good deal more distance than the direct route between A and B.---double or more. The navigating is challenging and requires careful attention; we cheer when we spot the BR76 sign that confirms we are still on track, and groan when we are forced to find a place to turn around. Most roads are 2 lanes, many too skinny to merit a center stripe, much less marked shoulders. We're making notes as we go along of the steeper hills (and there are LOTS of hills!) and the extremely narrow sections.  I'm trying not to flinch every time I meet an oncoming car or truck, and I try my best to stay close to the speed limit--- or find a pull-out to let the traffic pass me. It isn't an easy exercise for Marvin either; Co-pilot will never be his role of choice!

One of our overnight stops was at Loretta Lynn's RV Resort in Hurricane Mills, TN. There were all sorts of activities offered: tours of he early family home and the mansion, a western town, and the usual gift shops. The grist mill, with its spillway, was the most appealing aspect, along with the beautiful landscaping.

Another "touristy" stop was a circle tour down to Mammoth Cave NP, much more practical by van than by bike, when we could go down one day and be back on track the next.

In Hodgenville, KY we stopped in at the Lincoln Birthplace Nat'l Historic Site and stayed long enough to enjoy a brief visit. Fifty-six wide, sweeping steps, (one for each year of Lincoln's life) make an impressive approach to the Memorial. I don't know who came up with the concept of enshrining the log cabin inside the marble and granite edifice, but it served to emphasize the idea that the greatest men in the nation can come from humble beginnings. The fact that the Memorial was largely financed by donations from individuals, including many thousands of school children who collected and sent their quarters for the project was touching. I was also impressed and moved by the bronze replica of the log cabin--- the only object other than the actual cabin inside the memorial--- which the docent explained was a braille representation specifically to allow the blind to feel and experience the concept of the log cabin.

We've had some interesting conversations along the way. In De Witt, AR we were checking out the 
City Park and asked who we should see about stopping there overnight. "Well, heck," said Martha Johnson, whose grandchildren were enjoying the bicycle path, "you can stay in my driveway if you want to. I live in the first brick house past the EXXON station down there. You just come on down; you're welcome."
And, yesterday, at a cyclist camp at the 1st Presbyterian Church in Booneville, we met a New Zealand couple (Seniors like us), who had flown into Washington, DC and were biking to Seattle. We visited for a while before continuing on our way.
When we checked in at Breaks Interstate yesterday, I was intrigued enough by the scheduled weekend activities that I requested a catch-up day (today, Fri.) and a lay day on Sat.  A full-sized replica of the Confederate submarine, H.L. Hunley, the first submarine to destroy a Union military ship during the Civil War will be on display. In addition there is to be a Civil War Camp Re-Enactment,  that promises to be a great photo opportunity. There will be uniforms and weapons of the era, and and staged battles in the afternoon and evening. Other aspects of camp life will include the Possum Holler Sutlery, outdoor cooking, salt making, candle dipping, wild herbs and medicines, and a genealogy workshop. Worth staying over, I think. 

On Sunday, we'll head back OTRA. 

Cheers, 
Ann & Marvin
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