Oct 17, 2012
. Being on a bike is little different, breathtaking would be one descriptive word. Now add two tractor trailers into the equation that are behind us trying to pass on this narrow bridge, and you can call it teeth-chattering! The oncoming traffic cleared and the trucks made their move. They moved over a half a lane which gave us about three feet between 72,800 lbs of steel and rubber and a couple hundred foot drop into the icy waters of Kentucky Lake. To add intrigue the winds were out of the northwest so it required us to lean in toward the railing. Our hearts were pounding at a rate that we wished our feet could peddle us at! The trucks passed, the bridge ended, and we let out an enormous sigh of relief, less the half mile hill that stood in front of us. At the top of that hill we entered the Kenlake State Park we were both wondering how we were going to get back across Kentucky Lake. A short moment later while checking in we were both talking to the hotel clerk about our peril and reeled her in to help (as it was, she was the one whom we told that we were coming in on bicycles; we thought she would have mentioned the bridge!). Nonetheless, we voiced our fears and felt a need wto make other arrangements. Next she enlisted the help of Jeff. To be continued....
We decided last night, while waiting for the laundry to finish, to split this leg of the trip into two days. We had a hard day yesterday and we don't want to injure ourselves and today is Halloween and we want to be off the road before 3 pm. Looking at our maps and the Internet we saw a state park named Kenlake right on the western shore of Kentucky Lake. It was only 4 miles off route so we made a reservation. We headed out on this beautiful bright sunny day. The first 22.5 miles were the usual, up a hill, down a hill, and then repeat 22 times. The last four miles is what this day will be remembered for. We left the Trace Highway for the 68/80 exit and entered a 4 lane divided highway. Not a problem, we've ridden on these before, wide shoulder so just stay to the right. Soon the road narrowed and came to a long narrow bridge that crossed the Tennessee River/Kentucky Lake. We now were challenged to cross this half mile bridge that was built in 1932, yet had no choice. This bridge would make any driver in a car nervous to drive on, especially when a car or truck is approaching from the other direction