On Monday, the WF continued on Route 50 to the small town of Nobel and then to Clay City. Once in the small town, the local coot recommended to the Fool that he go to the 111 Club for a pizza lunch. The Club was really just a honky tonk tavern with tons of signs saying "If U fight, U go 2 Jail!" But Vicki, the bartender, did cook up a good frozen pizza.
Feeling better than he had in days, the Fool skipped along a closed frontage road that paralleled Route 50. It was a bit cracked, but it was somewhat paved and most importantly, car-free. Plus, all the closed bridges were still intact, which allowed him nice quiet crossings over the several creeks and rivers.
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