To celebrate the start of my 11 day vacation, day two was filled with a delightful trip to Lexington Kentucky and Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill.
At 7:45 AM, my destination was Lexington Kentucky to visit the girlhood sites of Mary Lincoln.
The 10 AM tour was nice, but not as interesting and energetic as tours I’ve taken in the past.
When the tour finished, I pulled my bike from the van and rode around downtown Lexington for about 12 miles. I visited several Mary Lincoln sites, and rode through the neighborhood of Transylvania University which was founded by her grandfather. The city of Lexington was founded by Mary Lincoln great-grandfather.
Highway 68, the route to Pleasant Hill, is quite a beautiful as it winds alongside the Kentucky River. The winding road contains some of the most ferocious curves I’ve ever driven. Quite often, during this 4 to 6 mile stretch of zigzagging, there is no shoulder on the road and it is a straight drop down. There are a number of places where the road is crumbling, and the guard rails have become quite loose, and some are falling off. I seldom get nervous while driving; however, some of the wretched locals were all too comfortable with their higher rates of speed then the commanded 35 mph.
I do love the Shaker village at Pleasant Hill, but the real draw for me was riding the riverboat for an hour on the Kentucky River. Sadly, for me, the 4 PM trip was already full. I was extremely disappointed, and that did put a tremendous damper on my visit the Pleasant Hill. I did take quite a few pictures, but spent most of the time sitting under a shade tree attending to several emails.
I returned to Lexington, via Highway 68 and it’s dilapidated and curves, and visited Lexington national Cemetery. I spent two hours walking through the beautifully landscaped, historic cemetery, and visited the enormous tomb of Sen. Henry Clay, and paid my respects to the family of Mrs. Lincoln, the Todds.
When I pulled up to the gate at 6 PM, I noticed this large padlock on the large iron gate. What I had not seen was the sign that explained the cemetery closed at 5 PM. For me, that additional hour was like riding the rides at Kings Island an hour after the park is closed. I called the security guard, Steve, and within five minutes but kindly gentleman was unlocking the padlock.
I began to wonder – had I stayed all night, the cemetery become something like the movie, A NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM, and all the historical figures came back to life until sunrise.
As I neared Cincinnati, the sun was beginning to descend behind the rolling hills of southwestern Ohio. The diminishing rays were still brilliant enough to spread beautiful sparkling streaks on the Ohio River, and create beautiful silhouettes with the buildings and bridges.
It is approaching 9 PM, and I am back on the road heading north toward Dayton. It’s been quite an enjoyable day, and I am ready for the next adventure on this vacation.