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... We stopped on the bank for lunch and exploring and then stopped for a chance to swim in a calm area of the river. One man who dumped at a whirlpool was sucked in and down for about 45 seconds before it spit him out. He was quite shaken. All in all a great day. Elena loved it! We arrived back at the campsite about 6pm and the sky let loose again. We had planned on attending an outdoor concert and ...
... dripped inside the tent.
-Giant bug in pavilion sink
-Camp worker Charlie who with his wife works on the grounds 9 hours a week and stays free with his RV. Anything over 9 hours he gets paid. Nice guy with very interesting hard luck life stories.
-Don't miss ...
... slaw, lettuce, tomatoes, and shredded cheese.
And, the “Bubba's Single/Double/or Triple Wide” 5, 17, and 30 pound burgers with cheese, mayo, mustard, ketchup, lettuce, maters (tomatoes – for those not from the South), onions, and pickles, on a toasted bun.
We both had the “Real McCoy” – deep fried weenie, with chili sauce, maters, jalapenos, BBQ sauce, and nacho cheese. Shirley had onion rings and I ordered ...
Several sleepless nights, travel fatigue yes, but mostly the gut wrenching fear of beginning this bike trip again. Scott has rerouted us to the Ohio, Kentucky border. I was hoping we could get to see my niece Debbie and her family. She is too far away.
I think we both are so worried about road conditions, a feeling that has haunted us since Eastern Kentucky. We have had several days of fear and worry. We were scared to death to start again. We began yesterday with ...
We are still in Wheelersburg, Ohio. We are so tired from travel and preparation to get here that we overslept and missed breakfast. Scott has a terrible cold and his eyes are blood red. He does not feel well at all. I can't tell if I am sick or just mean and mad that I am on this bike again. We checked out, headed to get the local maps needed, and to Scott's wits end, and my joy, we had to spend the night again. I slept like a log, and ...