Robert’s uncle wakes us up with a to-go box packed with coffee, OJ, breakfast sandwiches, hash browns, and calories to feed a small army. On the day’s agenda is also a bourbon tour of Maker’s Mark and Lincoln Homestead State Park.
The Daily Overview
On Day 9, June 2nd, we ride 62 miles leaving from Anderson Dean State Park in Harrodsburg and finish under the shelter next to St Anne school in Howardstown. Truthfully, the pavilion is adjacent to everything in the small town.
The morning departure is staggered times between us and the military crew. Gill, Mark, and Robert all roll out slightly late because their day is a short thirty mile ride, while Annalisa, T, and I are going twice the distance.
Lincoln Homestead State Park
One of the highlights along our stop is Lincoln Homestead State Park where the cabin of Abe’s father is located – or something close to that. To be honest, the best part of the stop is meeting the storekeeper who jokes around with us and welcomes an elderly lady as a “movie star.”
Poking our heads into the cabin is a stark realization how a minimalist house raised one of the most influential figures of American history. Maybe all this stuff in life is not necessary.
We are far out of Eastern Kentucky and the farms are now commercial and fully functional. You know that you have arrived in Loretto, headquarters of Makers Mark, when large storage containers begin popping up. These are most likely for wheat or corn needed to brew thousands of gallons of bourbon.
Makers Mark Factory
T and I dismount our bikes sweaty from riding up the hill to the Maker’s Mark factory.
NOTE: There is a bridge that you cross into Loretto and if you take the immediate left on Old Maker's Mark it that takes you into the back entrance of the Maker’s Mark factory. This saves you a detour into town (West to East).
Surprise, surprise. I catch up to T with her bike flipped upside down so she can change a flat. Soon she will be ready to join the NASCAR team on the tour de France. An easter bounder is keeping her company.
The man began in a state near Arizona, went west to San Diego, and then forged on east. He planned to do the trip with his son who backed out last minute. Regardless, this older gentleman has a past of doing Ironmans and triathlons and was not going to stop.
He had raving recommendations for the Salsa (sorry if there is a more specific model) and think it is worth every cent of $1,500. I liked the five, one liter bottles on his bike held with cages.
“I may break your camera,” a remark often said before snapping the shot. This man made us feel like his grandchildren as he helped us out by providing stamps and told us to go explore the grounds before moving on. He also joked that the TransAm route changed to go by the Makers Mark factory, he is probably right.
Blake, a local from Howardstown (no photo)
The church has the sound of organs bellowing from it. An adorable black dog waits by the doorstep but is too nervous of a character to be pet. His name is Ace.
Blake is a teenager in town that has been practicing the keyboard and organ for two years. He went to the school in town where the class size is near 19 students.
The Blood Sugar
I wake up from an overnight high all night. This is consistently the biggest problem of the trip.
During the day and into the afternoon, blood sugars run higher than average. Being on the bike usually smooths out the high and brings blood sugars down quickly.
Stopping at the tour also causes my blood sugar to spike over 400 mg/dl. There is a gut instinct in me that the Omnipod has more errors that occur than the days on the Medtronic pump. That is purely speculative. To treat this I inject 5 units into my leg and about an hour later everything comes crashing back down.