It seems like the Ozarks ended just in time for the Appalachians to begin, and we are actually in the middle of what they call the “Little Ozarks”. We are nearly halfway through Kentucky. Shannon and I have been really pushing the miles, and Steve, despite some complaining, has pedaled alongside us without a problem. We made fajitas for dinner, and because Shannon and I cooked, there are enough leftovers to feed a family of five.
We spent last night in a shed. I found several ticks, one of them trying to bite my leg. I woke up with hundreds of sow bugs in my shoes. A spider had made a home in my spare tire, and a cicada was wandering about my tent. We were happy to have the shelter, however, because it was raining. Again. I guess we can’t complain about the heat.