Deep down inside I knew that I’d have another rest day, I felt so drained of energy yesterday that whenever somebody spoke to me all I could do was to give them a nod or a yes or no, and not say anything more than that. I was that tired, but after another good night’s sleep I ventured into town on quieter weekend roads.
First stop was the library, only 10 minutes away and an excellent place for wifi. In the main entrance a world map stood with little pins recording where Harrodsburg’s visitors came from, London (England) now has a pin sticking out of it and as I typed another sole cyclist passed by the window on his journey across America. I wonder if I will catch him up.
Next was a quick visit to Wal Mart to purchase their very fine cinnamon swirl bread, a tasty way to keep the energy level up whilst on the move, and a great accompaniment to bananas. Other breads are too bland in comparison.
Ten minutes away was St Andrews of Harrodsburg, where mass was said by a priest who reminded me of Fr Basdon of Balham, London – busy and over worked, but jolly. The deacon gave me a brief lecture on the symbolism found within its modern construction, everything was considered and thought out – only a shame I didn’t have a pen and paper handy to write it all down!
Afterwards I headed off to Main Street in search of The Fudge Store, a cafe created within a renovated drug store. As the name suggests they specialize in making sweets and fudge, but one librarian mentioned to me that they made some great sandwiches, so that is what I had, a chicken salad sandwich, made from celery, grapes, and chicken, all finely chopped up and held together with mayonnaise and sliced wheat (brown) bread.
As I sat at the bar I got talking to the two lovely waitresses, one of them spotted that I was a cyclist and asked me about it (we cyclists are a rare bread over here!). So I told them all about the journey, where I was coming from, and where I intend to finish. They loved the idea and asked me to sign their visitor book containing comments from people from all around the globe.
On the way back to the Inn I had a look at Old Fort Harrod State Park, where a full scale replica of the fort built by James Harrod in 1775 stands, but it was closed so could only admire it from the outside, or by peering through the cracks in the wooden construction. It reminded me of the Roman forts found in Asterix and Oberlix comic books!
