We were chased by many (at least 20) dogs, though none too seriously. Sometimes it is more of a worry about running into them than being bitten. Apparently thus is what took down an Adv. Cycling Guide. He broke his collar bone recently while leading a TransAm trip, when he ran into a dog.
We stayed mostly together today, with the exception of Ted, who stayed behind to work on the computer.
It was incredibly hot (95), but with no rain. Felt like a blast furnace.
We saw Steve and Erica a few times, but they will press on to Booneville.
We also re-discovered Heidi, Mac and Jamie, the three women Bill and I met hiding out from the rain in a garage yesterday. The six of us and the three of them are the only cyclists at Buckhorn State park (not to be confused with the resort with a very similar name). Really peaceful here. Bill and I walked up to the dam and reservoir and watched a large family horse around in the water. No rules here in Kentucky. Rained on us, which sent us to bed.