Pippa Passes was a weird place in the middle of nowhere. Everything was rural there, except for Alice Lloyd College. The academic buildings stood in sharp contrast to the rest of the town. It didn’t seem at all the right place for a modern university.



I had a tough climb up highway 122, but had a bit of serendipity in discovering Last Chance Liquors at the top. The descent was worse. It was steep, and full of potholes. I actually stopped at one point to let my brakes cool. After that one hill, however, everything was relatively flat all day.

I stopped at Moore’s Motel, just inside of the Kentucky border. Like most motels, it had a restaurant next door. I enjoyed a very good dinner of chicken, mustard greens, corn, fried potatoes, tomatoes, and cornbread for $3.50. The area obviously had a depressed standard of living. The motel was only $17.90, including tax.