On the ferry.

Being treated so well might have left us a little soft and we didn't leave Sebree until around 9:30. I must shoulder the blame for some of that, adjusting brakes took longer than I thought. It was the old cold inside, hot outside game as we got blasted as soon as we left the church. Buildings have airlocks in this part of the country. There will be the exterior door, which opens to a very brief hallway, before the door that actually that goes to the interior of the building. Gotta beat the heat somehow.

We had a conventional break or two and then took our lunch in Marion, Kentucky. It was sour. Jordan ordered a cheeseburger and was served a bun, a patty, and a slice of cheese. Maybe it's a cultural thing, do people like things plain in Kentucky? The wifi was out because of a lightning storm. I ordered a taco salad with a stale tortilla bowl. The place was down to only one waitress. Jordan ordered a second round of food which took forever to arrive. It took forever to take our money. I don't mean to harp too much on the Marion Cafe but it was bogus.

After about two hours or so we were back on the road. The bunk lunch was put aside as we caught sight of the Ohio River. The timing was perfect. The ferry was just about to cross over and we rode on to the barge, the last passengers. Now we could've taken it again in about ten minutes, but still, it felt good. The boat only took five or six minutes to get across and then we set foot in Illinois. Another state down. Badass. There were some steeps hills right out of the gate. Walls. Short stretches of a couple hundred feet or so where you had to crank hard just to get up.

We got through the steep sets and made it to a place called Elizabethtown. Jordan's brake cable had frayed but he replaced it in pretty short order and we started the last few miles into a campsite in Golconda. Golconda is a little off route, but there's not much choice in terms of services. We went to the first campground, down about a mile of gravel road. Off roading, getting crazy, spewing rocks. But, that campground was abandoned. The bathrooms were locked and there was no running water. The grass was overgrown and branches blocked the entrances to the bath house. It was actually kind of cool, post-apocalyptic. We even considered staying but the lack of water cut that idea short. It was another four or five miles to a private campground that was nice, but a bit expensive. We went to sleep, three San Diegans and a German.

Thank you to the First Baptist Church.

Remnants.

"I liked my pancakes."

Crossing over to the other side.

The Ohio River behind.

Deer Run Campground.