My last day in Kentucky was the best day of cycling yet. By the time I was pulling out of Utica in the morning, the heat and humidity had turned to room temperature. My legs had life and there were only 80 miles of rolling farmland between myself and Illinois. Instead of stopping in Marion for the night, I put my head down and rolled down route 91 until it went into the Ohio River.
Once I was on the ferry, crossing the Ohio, I looked back at Kentucky for the last time. This one felt good.
I got to the Cave-in-Rock, Illinois state campground just in time to set up my tent before dark, and then rolled down to Rosie’s for a huge plate of catfish and bluegill. There was just one problem. It was a dry town. Now I don’t need a beer after every ride, but I had just biked across Kentucky. I needed to celebrate with something.
A nice couple in the site adjacent to mine had asked me if I needed anything while I was wrestling with my tent, so when I got back to the campground I rambled over to their group’s fire. That’s when I had the pleasure of meeting Bill and Charlotte, Mark and Sharon, and Jazz and Judy from Illinois, as well as Greg (“Tuna”) and Nanatte from Indiana. These folks took me right in and couldn’t have been nicer. They threw a couple of beers my way and we shared stories by the fire for much of the night. They filled me up on biscuits, gravy and scrambled eggs the next morning. Nanatte even sent me off with a couple of ham sandwiches which served me very well that day. Thank you breakfast club, I hope we cross paths again.