What better way to spend a great summer day than to meet some friends for breakfast? The rendezvous point was Morgantown, Kentucky. The Farm Boy Restaurant was chosen as our food stop. Spydie, Garret, Joey and myself enjoyed some great food to fuel our ride.
Garret led us from Morgantown across hwy 70 over to Mammoth Cave National Park. The landscape was rolling hills and winding roads. Just the sort of ride you need to relax and recharge your batteries. Once we reached the park Garret took us down this enchanting little road to an old Church House and Cemetery. In this small cemetery lies William Floyd Collins. I’d never heard of Mr. Collins until Garret told me of his story. Google Floyd Collins to learn more about this man. What a story his is.
This wonderful spot was very enchanting. There was a flock / covey of butterflies that fascinated me. I’m not certain what you call a group of butterflies other than beautiful.
Winding our way back to I-65 we spotted these little cottages that must have been rented to tourist in bygone years.
Soon we were heading south on the interstate and our visit would come to a close. We briefly stopped at the 48, one of my daily haunts, for a cold drink. Leaving we rode together back to Bowling Green, Kentucky where all too soon we parted ways. There’s something about that last wave to one another of every ride that just touches you deep within your very core.
My three friends were soon heading up the parkway back to Owensboro and Falls of the Rough. I was headed home on my lone journey left with only the reflections in my mind of the days ride. Nothing like sharing those special times with good friends and creating these memories we so enjoy sharing.