Cycling the Underground Railroad

  DAY 22:  DOVER, TENNESSEE TO GRAND RIVERS, KENTUCKY  I know, another weather report.   But this may be noteworthy.   Wind chill was 22 degrees when I woke up ready to ride this morning.  Kent (the other Shelley Brother) texted me to inform me that it was colder where I was in Tennessee than it was in Ontario, Canada! Even with all four of my layers of clothing on, no way was I going to risk being turned into  frozen cycling statue.  But by 11am, everything had inched its way above freezing, and I braved the cold (which, for those of you who know me, is highly uncharacteristic). A great slice of land between the Tennessee and Cumberland Rivers. Most of the day I was cycling The Trace through Land Between the Lakes (or LBL, as it's called by the locals). A "trace" is what the early pioneers in this area called the natural trails.  I biked part of the Natchez Trace in Mississippi.  "The Trace" here is a shortened version of "The...