I woke up about 8 AM and wanted to take a look at the Weather Channel. I had it on for a bit while I hit the restroom, and soon all I heard was static on the television. I admit, it was better than the annoying elevator music that normally plays on the Weather Channel.
I woke up around 7 and started getting things together. I was feeling a little better that yesterday morning and I wanted to get started before the bad heat. I talked with a lady that was in the campground to bush-hog a little for the owner. The registration sign was asking for $18 to camp, which is pretty stiff for someone not using any of the horse facilities.
I still had some pangs of stomach pain when I fell asleep last night. I had figured whatever was bugging me would work itself out overnight. I had a beautiful nightlight of the moon on my naked tent, with the rain fly tucked neatly in a bag.
I climbed in my sleeping bag just after finishing the send for the evening. I listened to an episode of the Andy Griffith show on channel 7, whatever that is in Sebree. It got colder last night than I expected and I had to fully enclose my head in the mummy bag before I was really comfortable.
Today I entered Oklahoma! It was only the crossing of two streets and I never saw the sign for the city, just the dot on the map, but I had to start that way for those of you out there who thought initially of the state (you know who you are, you’re not fooling anyone).
I got a chance to sleep well last night. Paul, Grace and 3 of the 4 kids left headed home last night. Ruth and Noah had headed out Friday night, because Noah’s pinkeye was still contagious. The last night was just Dave (the owner of the cabin), Mark (Ruth’s husband), Daniel and I.
When Ruth, Daniel, Noah and I were heading around looking for a place to eat lunch on Friday, we passed the rider doing just Kentucky. I had Ruth get next to him and told him good luck. He was surprised to see me ahead of him and I explained about my 90+ mile day to get to the cabin on Thursday.
The party that started at 10:30 last night didn’t stop till well into 11, giving me an ear full of music that wasn’t intended to help you sleep. The traffic didn’t slow until past midnight. I assumed that with as little sleep as I had gotten in the Harrodsburg park, I would sleep deep and long.
Photos taken at the Lincoln’s Homestead Site.
I rolled out my Thermarest at 11 PM last night. The park was pretty much empty, so I thought I was safe. By 11:30, I was inside my sheet bag, listening to the evenings news on the radio. I saw a car coming into the park. It passed the picnic shelter and headed further into the park.
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