Buckhorn Lake State Resort
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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It was raining when we awoke this morning in Hazard Kentucky at the Hampton Inn so we were pleased to have a rest day to do laundry, repair bikes and just relax a bit before heading into the hills once again. We have 9 days of riding ahead of us and some of the most challenging terrain between Eastern Kentucky and Charlottesville, Virginia. If the weather is good to us we should not have any trouble. For today it is relax, and watch the British Open or the ...
... comfortable cloud cover and snippets of sunshine. Riding through the valley farms in often rolling roadways was nice with little traffic and beauty all around. A few of us found a nice lunch stop in Booneville that fueled us for the remaining 18 miles for a pickup in Buckhorn. A few hearty souls got an early start and rode the entire 94 miles into ...
... last few of us climbed into the vehicle, Cam shouted to me and Roxanne from the porch in his toothy five year-old Kentucky accent, “You tell them all…that I love them!”
This is my God moment for the week. But in many ways it sums up a bigger picture of what we were here to do and what each of us experienced this past week. This trip was not about porches. It was not about drywall, or painting, or flooring, or repair. And ...
... wall. We were very unsure of how we would accomplish these tasks, but with Norm’s expertise, we were able to get the jobs done.
Every night during our week here, we have been going out for ice cream to compensate for the cafeteria food. On Wednesday night, we went to a local park where there was a Bluegrass concert and a magician. We all got up and danced to the music, and it was really a lot of fun! We even got some of the adults out on the ...
... but no need to get specific. The rest of us, safely inside, finished priming the whole room, and portions of the bathroom, just in time for lunch. When everyone was done eating, we went back into the master bedroom and painted the dried primer with a brown the color of a melting Hershey bar. The homeowner’s eldest son made the much expected comment about how the color “looked like poop”. We arrived back at the center covered in paint and ready for ...