Morehead, Kentucky. Situated amongst some lovely (I suspect, it wasn't rain-drenched) scenery. I picked Morehead while hiding out at the gas station as the closest place with a hotel (lessening any chance of either being hit by a thunderbolt or having the bike slide out from under me due to the lack of traction from my rear tire). About 90 minutes to go 20 some miles. Ugh.
But the front desk guy found me a room. And insisted I park right in front of the front door so he could keep an eye on the bike. Nice guy.
Unpacked. Drying things out.


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