After Berea, the pack was getting towards the end of a hot day of riding. Terry was going on about how he could, "murder a glass of pinot gris," and the rest of us were thinking about food. We had planned to ride about 75 miles that day and were at mile 68 getting closer to food, but no wine (another dry county in Kentucky). I made a right turn and noticed a sign that read, "Rolling Hills Vineyard & Winery." Could this be real? Is it open?
After the turn, the four of use rode about a tenth of a mile down the road until a car going the opposite direction pulled up next to us. There was a friendly looking man in the driver's seat. He looked just like the man who played the cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz. He asked us where we were from. Ryan could tell that this man was looking for a conversation and decided to ask him if the winery was open. The man promptly replied, "I own the winery. I'll be happy to open it up for you guys."
The vintner was named Donnie. Donnie is also the local constable. Him and his twin brother, Ronnie, own about 165 acres outside of Springfield, Kentucky. He was an extremely generous man. We had a wine tasting, we showered in his home across the street, he let us camp next to the winery, and he even made us breakfast in the morning. We bought four bottles, set up our tents, and made dinner for ourselves. Terry and Cooper carry small gas stoves with them. It was "bloody paradise".
We didn't finish all the wine.
Good times with the blokes.
Alpaca farm.
While everyone was working hard figuring out where to spend the night.
I have no idea what they're talking about.
"What's all this?"
It was getting intense. Ryan's taking a step back.
Rough River Lake.
I stopped in the middle of a nice downhill to get this picture.
Tonight, we are in Sebree and only 55 miles from Illinois.
My trip odometer reads just over 945 miles. I should break 1000 tomorrow.
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life=good
