Just 15 miles east from Berea and I75 we began to see significant changes in life style. West of I75 we witnessed a pretty rural Kentucky with modest farms and rolling hills.
Today we saw the other side. Towns and businesses that were closed. Homes with a number of broken down cars in the front yard along with an assortment of of discarded or broken goods. At the crest of one hill there was a mobile home that seemed to have been pulled up the mountain and discarded on the side of the road years ago. The road litter is something you might have seen 25 years ago before bottle deposits. Amidst all this you would be surprised to see a pretty brick home with a manicured lawn and a porch full of potted flowers.
The roads are narrower with a number of long steep climbs. Fortunately, today was mostly cool with occasional showers, making even the steep climbs tolerable. While most drivers continue to be considerate, we are beginning to encounter a few more impatient and rude drivers.
Pat was pushing for 100 miles today. But when we turned onto a busy Kentucky parkway with a steep climb and a rough grooved shoulder I balked and said 91 miles was a good days work. Age is a handy trump card.
It was a good thing that we did quit because shortly after a big thunder storm came through with heavy rains .
Pat didn't seem to appreciate that I saved him from being drenched and possibly hit by lightening. I do what I can.