Buckhorn to the Middle of Nowhere

So my dad had a rough day, and then it was my turn. We took a 57 mile day over 2 mountains that felt a lot more like one mountain with some killer rollers up top (we're talking at least double digit % grades). We climbed out of Buckhorn, went over some smallish hills, and then the elevation profiile said we went over 3 more majorish climbs. While May 27th's hills felt huge to my dad, these hills felt huge to me. (They probably weren't that bad). I started out dehydrated, and at the low point of the day, I was quite dehydrated and pretty hungry. On the climb out of Buckhorn, my dad got snipy again, so I started sprinting off - simply because I couldn't manage more negativity at that point in the climb. My deraileurs haven't been set well since Charlottesville, and though we've attempted to play with them, I still can't get into first gear well and 1-2 and 1-1 are completely out of the question. That means I can't climb in my two lowest gears (which sucks). So I sprinted off toward Booneville (which would be a 20 mile ride), expecting my dad to stay in his funky mood and expecting us to stop in Booneville for the day. I passed a coal truck that had gone off the road, a bunch more loose dogs (a given in KY), and was climbing the next ridge before my dad caught sight of me. Apparently, the truck and dogs combined with my extended absense scared him, and he had worked out of the funky mood. So while I was worn out by lunch, he was just warming up. We got a large, good lunch in Booneville and set out for the next 30+ miles to a B&B 20 miles out of Berea. We started climbing, and at the top of the hill, got into the steep, rolling stuff. While I charged the first few little hills successfully, they started wearing on my knees, and so I began riding the downhills, coasting up the first half of the steep little hills, and walking the second half. Snickers and an electrolyte additive thing kept me going until we reached the down part of the mountain. At the end off the day, we had beautiful valley riding until we were picked up by a neighbor of the Snug Hollow B&B. We had a luxurious evening with a supplemented supper, a full library, and pretty awesome other visitors. Good sleep for a second night in a row finally caught me back up from the Hindman night. Yay.