I was just talking with my friend who is going to meet me in Pueblo. We were trying to figure out some details about the next leg of this trip, but he was also asking questions about the past few weeks. It took a good amount of effort to recall some of the specifics of just the past few days. I had a tough time comprehending that we've only been traveling for 17 days. Yorktown feels like it was over a month ago, but then again, so does yesterday. As Chris put it, "the days feel like weeks and the weeks feel like days."
We had a routine day of biking today. The roads in Kentucky have been mostly smooth and fun to ride on. Although farmland continued to be the only backdrop to our rides, the views were more picturesque today. It could have just been the way the hills were situated, but I've never seen clouds look so close. When I'd look at the top of a hill that we were about to climb, it looked as though we'd be passing through the clouds.
When we were close to the city limits of Bardstown, I knew it was going to be a big town because of one thing: there were stoplights. I'll see a cow everyday, but I go several days without seeing stoplights. Bardstown is definitely the nicest area we've been through since Charlottesville, VA. Instead of competing with the cars, we locked up our bikes and walked around looking for a place to eat. We saw 5 solid options, but they were all closed for some reason. The only restaurant that was open was a Mexican place. I may be revealing some ignorance by admitting this, but the further I get from New York, the less I trust ethnic restaurants. I tend to stick to chains and diners just to be safe. Also something about Mexican food and biking just doesn't sound like a winning combination to me, but we had no choice. The food was good and, as of right now, was the right call.
I think tonight is the first time since Night 3 that we're in our tents completely outside, though I'd need to look at the maps to confirm that. We've gotten lucky with hostels and campsites with shelters, so we've consistently had a roof over our heads. I have to say, it's nice having my tent set up in the grass. In an effort to save weight/space, I didn't bring a sleeping pad. Sleeping on top of grass is a welcomed change from sleeping on concrete. Almost every night, I've thought about Izzy Mandelbaum having Jerry sleep on a wooden board to toughen him up on Seinfeld.
I'm not exactly sure what the plan is for tomorrow, but I think the day is going to start with McDonalds breakfast. I enjoy being able to eat pretty much anything, but I have to admit I'm really starting to miss vegetables and healthy options; I didn't think it would be so hard to get greens. I ordered a salad the other day and it came with more bacon and cheese on it than lettuce. Oh well.