Galconda - Marion [back]

Southern Illinois is okay. It's not great, it's not bad, it's just okay. There are a lot of hills, short steep hills, and farms, and horses, and cows. I guess what makes it just okay is the fact that the roads are completely surrounded by trees. I know, I know, I've been begging and pleading for trees and now when I get trees I'm complaining again. Well, I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that when there are so many trees, there's no scenery. You don't get to see the countryside, or the farm houses, or the rolling fields, you just see trees. It would be better if the trees formed beautiful forests, or gave you the feeling that you were deep in the wildnerness, but instead you're just riding through farmland and lots of trees. Perhaps if the hills weren't so numerous and so steep it would be better, but it's not. It's just okay.

Fortunately, 26 miles into the day we reached Cave in Rock. Like many river towns in Illinois, Cave in Rock is just a shell of it's past glory days. The town is named for the large rock cave that used to be home to river pirates in the early 1800s. In the early 19th century, these outlaws used to call the cave home while they waited for settlers and curious boatmen to explore the cave. When the travellers would stop, the pirates would murder the boat's occupants and then float them downstream to sell the cargo. Later, the cave became a combination bar, gambling casino, and whore house known as "Wilson's Liquor Vault and House of Entertainment." The proprietor and his crew of regular customers continued the tradition of robbing river travellers who visited the cave. Many of the town's original buildings still stand, but are rundown and deserted, leaving you to stretch your imagination to a day when the streets were bustling with travellers and merchants from a much more prosperous time.

After taking the ferry across the Ohio River, we exited Illinois and entered my 9th state of the trip, Kentucky. Not only is Kentucky the 9th state of my trip, but it is the 46th state in which I've visited. The only ones I'm missing are Mississippi, Alabama, Alaska and Hawaii. I'm not sure what circumstances in my life will ever lead me to Alabama and Mississipp, but hopefully something will get me there within the next 10 years. After the states, I'll try and notch off the continents.

Anyway, that night we made it to Marion, Kentucky and stayed in a hotel owned and operated by a family from India. Unfortunately, Marion is a dry town, so our attempts at finding a cool little bar and grill were fruitless, so we ended up at a Chinese restaraunt. I can not for the life of me figure out how immigrants end up in such small towns in the middle of America. It seems inconceivable that a young man, sitting around his dinner table back in China would stand up during the middle of dinner and announce "Momma, papa, I've made a decision as to what I'm going to do with my life. I'm going to go to the land of opportunity, the land of dreams, the land where whatever you want can become reality. I'm going to open an all-you-can-eat, buffet in Marion, Kentucky."

Not letting this concern ruin my appetite, I proceeded to eat two plates of fried rice, sweet and sour chicken, hot and spicy chicken, lemon chicken and egg rolls. It was by no means as good as the chinese food in San Francisco, but just as filling, and after a long hot day of riding, that's really all that matters. When we were done eating, the waitress brought us our bill and two fortune cookies. I opened my cookie first and read my fortune "Your destiny lies before you, choose wisely." I took this as a sign that I should pursue inventing my highspeed, Kansas bike transporter. Alex opened his cookie. It read "Do not give a man a fish, but teach him how to fish." Confused, Alex and I decided that perhaps his future job will be to host a fishing show on ESPN.

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