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We arrived home about 40 minutes before dark, got fuel for the Sunday flight, pizza and a little (OK, a lot) of beer.  It was a late night with lot's of visiting and flying stories.  I finally called it quits about 1 AM, but Gene and Joe were still going, albeit not strong.  Sunday morning arrived too soon.

About 5 PM we took off from Bardstown to fly to Lincoln Farm for Dinner and to check things out.  I found the strip where we were not supposed to land, but could not find the one next to the RV park.  Joe radioed, "here it is".  "Where", I said.  "Follow me in", Joe replied.  " I see it now, that's not an airstrip, it's a path"!  It is a 1700' strip with a slight dogleg to the left and trees that almost form a bower over it.  Oh, I forgot to mention that it has Whoop-de-doos too!  YIKES!
This is it!
We played 20 questions with the guests in the RV park while we secured our trikes.  Then we went to the restaurant which was about 200 yards away.  There was a tour bus and what appeared to be thousands of people, a live band warming up the crowd out front and a line that appeared to be a half-a-mile long!  However, we moved quickly and we were inside in minutes, there was a suit worn and autographed by Elvis himself, and "the last picture" of Elvis in his coffin!  Geez, not very appetizing!  It was a cafeteria style serving line, also not too encouraging, but the food was good and the crowd left us alone until we finished dinner.  Then back to the trikes and more questions.  Suit up fast, we have to get home before dark.  This is us taking off, Gene in the lead.
We arrived home about 40 minutes before dark, got fuel for the Sunday flight, pizza and a little (OK, a lot) of beer.  It was a late night with lot's of visiting and flying stories.  I finally called it quits about 1 AM, but Gene and Joe were still going, albeit not strong.  Sunday morning arrived too soon.

These aerial shots were taken by Kenny Downard on a different flight to Lincoln Farm.  I have since met Joel Ray Sprowles, Owner of the Lincoln Farm Restaurant and Lincoln Jamboree.  What a wonderful new friend.  Joel flies a beautiful Cessna 170 and a Piper Pup (mini J 3).  What a neat place to fly to for a $100 hamburger.