What a beautifully short day of 23 miles! I left Lebanon later than expected (or intended) and headed out of town and down the Interstate frontage road. Absolutely nothing to report.
I started reaching Indianapolis, and some freshly paved road, complete with the first hints of future bike lanes! Go Indy! I was naively hopeful.
I had said I would get to Traderspoint Creamery around 4, and since it was hardly lunchtime, I decided to head over to Eagle Creek Park for a little birdwatching, and a walk around the sanctuary.
It was a good decision.
I headed up to the dairy and pulled in to find it bustling with activity. Luckily, I had expectations for a pretty busy place – Traderspoint marketing is top-notch and ever-present, even in Chicago – so I introduced myself and started wandering around to scope out the best tent spot. I met a few farmers, then meandered over to watch Norm and Genie replace a super on one of three beehives nestled hidden at the end of the driveway.
Just my luck, Genie is in charge of the intern bunkhouse, and there was plenty of empty space for me, so I didn’t have to set up my tent anyways! I had a delicious dinner of chicken salad with strawberries and sunflower seed pate, finished with a bowl of strawberry ice cream, before heading over to set up my sleeping bag.
Luck struck again, because Genie informed me that the intern, Mark, was just down at the stable processing a few chickens! Beware, for those faint of heart, this is perhaps my favorite part of the trip so far, but there are a couple of bloody photos coming up.
(plenty more juicy chicken processing photos are tagged traderspoint chickens on flickr)
With a plan set for an early morning of milking, I got to bed early and happy, dreaming of tasty chicken pies.
That Wrecks Inc. sign is stupendous.