The Road to Booneville

 

Berea to Booneville - 54 miles

 

Ed let the boys sleep until 7am-which was greatly appreciated. Some of them have said that when they finally get home they're going to sleep until school starts. 

Breakfast at McDonalds and still on the road by 8:15. Finally got to see Berea on the way through town-a quaint college town that deserves more than the RV park on its border.
Our destination was Booneville, only about 50 miles away, but it took a big chunk of the day to get there. A lot of hills, road construction, and dogs made the trip arduous. 

 

 A typical roadside stop. Note the airhorn in the jersey pocket.

A typical roadside stop. Note the airhorn in the jersey pocket.

We are loaded down with air horns to put the kibosh on aggressive dogs. We started calling Sam "Darren Wilson" for his tendency to blast the dogs just for barking!

We had one long climb outside Berea appropriately called Big Hill, then lots of rollers that I, personally, like least. 
Finally, around 2pm, we descended into Methville, I mean Booneville, for a late lunch at a friendly diner that graciously divides smoking and non-smoking by a 5 feet high wall in a ten feet high space.

 

 Will crushes his double cheeseburger, hold the cheese. Don't mind the cig smoke.  

Will crushes his double cheeseburger, hold the cheese. Don't mind the cig smoke.  

The Presbyterian Church offers a pavilion and a field, a shower and a port-a-John- many thanks to that fine church! We ran into our German friends, set up camp, played cards, went back to the diner, more cards, then asleep by 9pm.

 

A cooling trend is expected, but the air seems damp. 
Next stop, Hazard! I want to knock wood every time I say it.

 This lab joined us in camp. The boys named him Meth. Get it? 

This lab joined us in camp. The boys named him Meth. Get it?