To date this was our hardest day for 3 reasons.
1. The Winds.... Out of the NW with gusts up to 40. The map we envisioned showed the Ohio River going in a SW direction, but the winds at our face proved otherwise for the next 17 miles!
When we got to Carrsville there were no businesses in town as shown on Google Maps, so we stopped at the Community Center
. The building was open and we walked in and met a retired sheriff, Tommy doing some tasks. We showed him our maps and he asked if we preferred a route without hills and nicer scenery. After some conversation he excused himself to meet someone next door, but allowed us to stay in the center to eat our lunch where it was warm and without a wind factor! We left on our new route which brings us to reason number two.
2. The Hills! The most grueling of all! For the next five miles we would ascend 80', descend 40', ascend 30, descend 80, on and on and on... We kept asking each other if Sheriff Tommy was playing a cruel joke on us, until we got to the turn-off he spoke of. After we turned to the south we sighed a great big sigh of relief. The horizon became flat and the wind was finally at our backs; we were also making forward progress at a rate we hadn't experienced since day 1!
3. The Distance. We travelled 61.2 miles, our furthest to date.
But the redeeming factor at the end of the day was an honorable 10.1 avg. mph, not to mention arriving at our destination before dark!
At the hotel we followed our nightly routine. Checking in, showering, doing laundry, satisfying our ravaging appetites, and finally, the cursed blogging! The laundry facility was a across the street so we loaded up our dirties and went to task
. When finished we dropped the clothes back at our room, across the street. We then headed up the street a few blocks to the well-known Patti's Restaurant and known they are for their 2" smoked pork chop and mile-high meringue pies, in coconut, lemon or chocolate cream. When we finally found our way through the meandering entrance to the restaurant, we saw the hostess sitting and folding napkins, a sure sign that the kitchen is closed! But we asked if we could be served anyway. We threw ourselves down on the bench and cried, "Oh no, please, we just bicycled 60 miles, blah, blah, blah!" She left for the kitchen and came back to tell us they could serve us salad, bread and dessert, which is what we had just asked her before she went and asked the kitchen! After being seated we had the smarts to ask the right person, Our Waitress! Not much later Larry was feasting on his infamous pork chop while Devon devoured her perfectly cooked grilled salmon. Dessert? Why, yes! We'll split the Sawdust Pie. Don't let the name fool you, it was a gooey combination of coconut, pecans, eggs and sugar, mmmmm!
Towards the end of our meal a waiter came up to ask us about our bike trip as he had overheard our conversation with our waitress. He told us that he had spent some time in China as a guide for bike touring and hiking. He intimated that we should consider an overseas tour and provided us with information. But first, we must finish this trip!
Today we rode the one mile from our cabin to the ferry and about 20 minutes later we were across the Ohio River and on Kentucky ground. A half mile down the road at the 'Welcome To Kentucky' sign we were 370 feet above sea level. Within 4 miles we were back at 470 feet. When we ride we try to remain stealth, even more so than either of our Hybrid cars! This allows us to observe a lot wildlife; today it was white-tailed deer leaping along the roadside next to us.