CATFISH CALLING
The day dawned quite cool with a heavy misty fog. It's not supposed to rain but this is real close to it and another layer was required to keep warm and dry. We hopped onto our bikes and headed into town back to Chad's Restaurant for breakfast. Fay is not only our waitress she is also the manager, the cook, and the cashier. She's one busy lady but not too busy to chat and make her customers feel welcome. We visited with a table of local folks while we waited and as we've experienced up to this point most all are impressed with our adventure and ask lots of questions. When asked how far we were headed for the day one old timer said to us "you know there's a really big hill coming out of Fall Hollow". Thank you, we know there will be some big hills coming up and that's ok.
Back on the Trace the miles seemed to fall away quickly in the cool misty morning and before we knew it 5 miles had passed. Mornings usually go something like this, ride 5 miles stop and let James take a bathroom break. Repeat several times until he's finally out of coffee or Dr Pepper, but real heart stopping excitement for the morning was when he saw something laying in the road that he wanted to go back for. As he was turning his bike around he lost his balance and down he went into the middle of the road near a blind curve. As I rode back to him all I could think was someone coming around the corner at 50 miles an hour may not have been able to stop. No one came and he got up a little scuffed, a little bloodied and picked up the object he risked life and limb for. A broken cassette player. Really? Scared me out of a good 10 miles worth of adrenaline. Made him promise no more stopping for stuff in the road.
We ate lunch at the Meriwether Lewis Death and Burial site and spent time walking around the area before we headed off again.
We arrived at Fall Hollow Campground, our B&B for the evening and spent time relaxing near the beautiful clear Swan Creek that runs along the back of the property. The owners, Bill and Kathy Roper, also run a restaurant and we had been told the fried catfish was not to be missed. It was whole fried catfish which could be ordered on plates of one, two or three. We were hungry and each had two. It was delicious as was the homemade peach cobbler with ice cream.
POSTED BY :Suzy
Sounds like ya'll weren't hurtin' for food all along the way! pat
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