Hindman, KY
Cycling down the back roads of Hindman, KY

Who Let the Dogs Out?

Hindman, Kentucky

I biked 90 miles today and made it all the way to Hindman, KY. Down the road I met a few cyclists going to Yorktown, VA. Mel and Stan who were both older, retired gentlemen.  They informed me to watch out for vicious dogs ahead and that there were a few nice places to sleep at in Hindman, KY.  Stan gave me Steve’s number if I needed to rest at the Baptist church, but I wound up finding a different place to stay at Hindman Settlement Building, which was once a boarding school for kids in the late 1800 and early 1900s.

The trek today took much longer than expected because I road 10 miles north when I was supposed to go west on Route 122. I didn’t look at the map when I met up with Stan at BP Gas station. This made the trip a few hours longer, but I wound up finding a nice discount general store called Gary’s Discount where the owner let me buy 6 little debbies, a pack of glazed donuts and box of powdered donuts for just a dollar. The box of donuts wound up being straight mold. I scarfed down three before I realized the strange, stagnant taste, but I had gone too far. So I ate soup to get the taste out of my mouth.

Bicycle Touring Hindman, KY
Cycling down the back roads of Hindman, KY

Aside from that I had a handful of dogs try to attack me. I ran out of pepper spray but noticed raising your hand works well. If you keep cycling they tend to just run out of gas and leave you be. I actually just put a coffee cake in my mouth when I was on the verge of getting attacked. I peddled as fast as I could and got away. I could have sacrificed the food, but I was hungry and it appears I made the right choice.

After getting to Hindman I met Phil and Jone who let me shower at their apartment and fill up my camelpak with water. They have me a spot to sleep near the settlement building in the grass area. I passed out in minutes from exhaustion.

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.


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