The primitive campsites had a lot of shade and were next to a stream you could only hear. We slept through the alarm and didn’t get out until 9:30. We decided to have a short day and go to Hindman instead of Breaks in Virginia.
At the top of a hill near Daniel Boone Parkway we stopped to call the cyclist-only place we were going to stay at in Hindman. As we were standing there this guy does a U-turn to talk to us. It turns out he has been seeing cyclists for years and always wanted to talk to some, wondering what the hell they were doing. “I see some guys on bikes looking kinda rough and I wonder what their story is.” So funny. We had a lovely cultural exchange and Matt even recommended him an opera piece he might enjoy. Nice meeting you, Ray! (While I was on the phone, David asked if we were talking to a mountain person, haha).
Once in town we stopped in at the Appalachian Artisan Center to ask for directions. We’re glad we did.
Our destination of the day was right around the corner (and up a long ~40% grade driveway). Knott County Historical Society, founded by David Smith. He has been putting up cyclists in the home his great-grandfather built since 1996.
Later we retired to his gigantic pre-set up outdoor tent. Musty, but we were content. Any cyclist doing the TransAm or going through Kentucky should make it a point to stay with David. He is truly a knowledgeable and quirky character worth meeting.
Our favorite quotes:
“Those people at Sebree, they haven’t been putting up cyclist as long as they tell you. They are just trying to get some souls.”
“I just about saturated the cat market here.”
“Mountain people are just so damn unreasonable. You just can’t reason with the irrational!”