Good-Bye Old Dominion, Hello Agriculture and Commerce

Thank god the rest of the band packed up

The journey to Los Angeles began this morning at about ten. A steady drizzle providing us with a morning soundtrack we stopped quickly at the house of oversized checkers, fireplaces, and good ol’ fashioned corporate home-cookin—Cracker Barrel—to get our hands on some book on tape selection. This turned out to be “Dark Angels,” a story about young Alice a lady in waiting, and 17^th century England. I’d tell you more but after two and a half discs I can’t say I know much more.

After this we hit the road and drove—via 81 and I-40—past Blacksburg, southern Virginia (where gas was $3.69), and into Tennessee. Along the way we drank coffee at a small Starbucks in Tennessee (yes they actually have Starbucks in the South) which was one of the lucky ‘bucks to receive the axe and thus now sits in some form of “lame duck” coffeedom. We also passed an extremely large Martin guitar, drank some more coffee, listened to some Dark Angels, and promptly arrived at Montgomery Bell State Park, 650 miles away from Winchester, nestled outside of Burns, Tennessee. Sitting fireside drinking blue cokes and eating shells & cheese we make plans for tomorrow. Another bazillion miles on I-40, a smattering of Arkansas, and if we’re lucky, some mystery and intrigue and hopefully a bit of Oklahoma.