Day 53: Thursday, August 13, 1981
Sebree to Falls of Rough: 73 miles
|Tobacco ripening in the field|
If I had written these notes in the middle of the afternoon, I wouldn't have had much to write, because nothing much happened until we reached the Falls of Rough.
|The Falls of Rough|
|Cheap Cash Store|
The state park is a large recreation complex, with an airstrip, boating/swimming/fishing facilities, a nine-hole golf course, driving range, tennis courts, camping area, lodge, and cottages. It is well-maintained, and seems to cater to upper-middle-class people. Soon after Jack and I had selected a campsite, Choo Choo rolled in. We pitched our tents on a bed of gravel, which made for pretty rough sleeping.
The family camped next to us was from Brown County, Indiana, where we go each year for the Hilly Hundred ride. They were interested in cycling, so we spent several hours talking together. I invited them to the Hilly Hundred - may see them there.
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