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Big pain in the neck. The Internet, which is why I stopped here, won\u2019t connect, even though my \u201cconnected\u201d icon at the top of the screen shows solid black. Computers are such<\/em> a headache. I\u2019ll have to try again someplace else.<\/p>\n Meanwhile, more wasted time. Plus an awful breakfast sandwich for $3 and horrendously obnoxious pop oldies off the radio, cranked up on loud. The coffee isn\u2019t bad though. I\u2019m going to change into my riding shorts and get out of here.<\/p>\n Hwy 41 from Providence was moderately harrowing \u2013 loads of traffic and very little shoulder. I did a lot of dodging and slowing down, even getting off the road a couple times to let the two-way rush ease off. I\u2019m hoping 70 from here to Central City is more accommodating and less heavily trafficked. I\u2019ll pick up a major highway there \u2013 62 \u2013 and follow it nearly all the way to Lexington. It should have a decent shoulder at least.<\/p>\n The chill, damp morning was very pretty when I got up. Dark at first. Then soft colors emerged slowly through the shifting shades of gray, as a heavy mist gave the panorama of fields a surreal quality, and orange sunlight spread increasingly across the eastern horizon. I half noticed all of this, delicately beautiful moments quickly passing, as I went through my routine of putting things away, taking down the dew-sodden tent and loading my bike.<\/p>\n Thursday afternoon<\/p>\n Enjoyed a delicious Mexican lunch on the southwest edge of Central City, where 431 meets Highway 62. Spent more time there than I expected \u2026 after my waiter asked me what I was reading. The lunch rush was over, I was about the only client in there, and that got us started. I almost felt like I was in New York again, sitting in a coffee shop, talking non-stop with Scott Summers. Eustaquio doesn\u2019t know as much as Scott. But who does? Topics we touched on included Free Masonry, central banking, royal bloodlines, the ancient Middle Eastern origins of secret societies and occult knowledge, symbolism on the dollar bill, Biblical connections to much of this and more. How gratifying to come across this awareness \u2013 and the passionate search for understanding \u2013 at such an unlikely moment and in such an out-of-the way place. Surely this is a hopeful sign.<\/p>\n Posted from the Central City Public Library.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 5 Oct 11, p.m. in tent First night in Kentucky. I\u2019m east of Providence, off Hwy 41, near the point where it\u2019s joined by 2280. I covered 66 miles today, aiming for 80. Try again tomorrow. Got an early start, rolling before dawn. Leaving the woodland park above Golconda, on the gravel road, I encountered an unmarked, white sheriff\u2019s car coming in the opposite direction. The sheriff had a lot of questions. They\u2019d found plastic tubing up there \u2013 meaning kids doing methamphetamines. The gate had been opened when I returned the previous evening, but I hadn\u2019t heard anything at all during the night. Very cordial exchange. When we\u2019d finished talking, Jerry S. gave me his business card and said if I was ever back in the area, I should give him a call. 8 years younger than me, he advised that the country had changed a lot, meaning it\u2019s not as innocent and safe as when we were kids \u2013 an assessment I agreed with. He warned me about campgrounds like this, that they attracted unsavory people. In fact, I\u2019d been put off by the amount of litter I noticed around the spot where I camped. Not much later, I was chased by a large dog, one of those types with long, red hair. He didn\u2019t really look vicious, but I always run when they come after me. This guy didn\u2019t have any trouble keeping up \u2013 even with me in my adrenalin-charged fight mode \u2013\u00a0 and he didn\u2019t Continue Reading →<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-216","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ehomba.ro\/blamming5\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/216","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ehomba.ro\/blamming5\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ehomba.ro\/blamming5\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ehomba.ro\/blamming5\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ehomba.ro\/blamming5\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=216"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ehomba.ro\/blamming5\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/216\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ehomba.ro\/blamming5\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=216"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n
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