Bardstown to Hodgenville, Kentucky. (33 mi.) Mile 978Land of Lincoln's childhoodOur new cycle touring friends, the Helms, stayed in a motel last night, but we discovered even more cycle tourists sharing our campground the next morning: two young women in their early 20s, cycling from Colorado east; and two guys (Dale and Paul) in their early 20's, cycling our direction on the TransAm route. They had heard friends talk about the Bikecentennial Trail, and thought, "We gotta do it." Without much prior bicycling experience, they bought Trek 520s and gear and headed out. We asked if they would do anything differently. They shook their heads soberly, recalling the Appalachians, and said, "We'd train."Paul and Dale were as glad as we were to be out of the hills of Appalachia, and also, to be leaving those notorious eastern Kentucky dogs behind. They had not taken the dogs too seriously until a pit bull ran in front of Paul's front wheel when he was going 20 mph, causing a crash. Paul was not hurt seriously but the dog limped off, wiser, we hope. Another dog chopped into his pannier trying to get at his furiously pedaling legs.