The Fool spent the night at a stinky, crummy local motel in Dry Ridge, KY, that smelled like a combo of cat feces and moldy wood. He got up early to go to the Wal-Mart to buy suntan lotion and a new poncho/ground sheet. He then went to a deli where he was intrigued by the sign outside that read: "Free hot dog with purchase of 99 cent bun."
By noon, the Fool headed off to what he hoped to be the last of the undulating, winding, tortuous farm roads. He figured he made at least 40 left turns and 30 right turns during his day's hike.
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