Caught in a thunderstorm in a volunteer fire department at the moment, makes me think of all the fantastic people we've met so far...
Coming out of a supermarket in Berea a few long days ago we stumbled upon a 92 year old man pushing his cart to his car. He stopped and chatted with us for a bit, asked us about the country and how we were finding the trip. After a little bit we made to leave, and he left us with the parting idea of how confident he was in the strength of the US because of the kindness of the American people.
We've been through some desolate areas on this trip thus far but have managed to get through due to the extreme generosity of many. The day before last we slept in a grocery managed by a middle aged couple Arnold and Lucy who had no qualms about taking us in and cooking us a huge delicious spaghetti dinner. The Lees of Radford allowed us to camp in their backyard and let us use their car to drive around town. David of the hills of Hindmen took us in and fed us more than we could stomach, which has become quite a task. Its often that people will approach us and start talking, perhaps because its so easy to start one with our bikes as conversation pieces. I tend to think that we do want to reach out and just talk to one another, the hard part is starting the conversation...
Ted came out again last night which was a great time. Now it is myself, Joe, Alan, Siemen, John, and Jim holed up waiting out the storm. We passed into Central Time, passed the 1,000 mile limit and tomorrow should be passing out of Kentucky. The wagon moves forward.
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It's so great that you are meeting all of these people who are interested in learning about what you are doing and want to show you some downright American hospitality! :o)
ReplyDeleteHope the rains clear. love ya bro.