Most of the rest of the day was spent driving up and down the ridges of the mountains, through endless forest; oh, if only it had been sunny, it would have been absolutely spectacular! As it was, there was a kind of pleasant melancholy driving through the dripping trees, with their flaming colours dampened by the steel-grey skies.
By the time I crossed the Ohio River into Kentucky (my 46th state! Only missing Alaska, Colorado, Hawaii and North Dakota now), the weather was beginning to perk up. Us-60 goes through many pretty and historic small towns, and the landscape was beginning to smoothe out - fewer trees, more meadows and pasture, and of course Kentucky's famous horses!
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