I’d planned to make this ride with my friend, Adrian, the guy who bought the nearly new condition old Bianchi last week, but he got sick and couldn’t make it. The rough pavement on Cascade Hollow Road would’ve probably done for his bike’s original equipment 27 year-old (?!) Michelin tires, though. My own bicycle’s Continental Gatorskin tires did fine, and it was a long way down that bumpy road. At the bottom of the hollow is George Dickel Distillery – I snapped a picture of the company’s roadside sign with three birds next to it – I think they are wild turkeys. An old man, probably somebody’s grand-dad, stopped me a minute or two later asking directions. Spooky stuff, people.
I didn’t stop to take the tour, but pedaled on into Normandy where I stopped at a cafe that wasn’t open for the day, yet, and ordered a bowl of turkey chili and some ice-water with lemon. I rode on through Normandy to the fish hatchery and to the dam. It was a very windy, but otherwise pleasant morning for a bike ride.