Song of the day: Man of Constant Sorrow – Soggy Bottom Boys
It rained all night in London Mills so we were thankful for the roof over our heads in the park. Directly across the street was the town hall, and Whompy went to see if it was open so we could get some information on the weather. He was gone for a bit and when he came back I inquired about the information he gathered. He told me that it wasn’t open, but there were keys in the lock and the door was open. Someone had left the keys so he had gone in to use the bathroom. Since we didn’t have a bathroom to use and it was quite early, I did the same.
^the keys in the door at city hall^
We waited out a small storm, and then hit the road. The day went by fast and soon enough we were in Kilbourne, our destination for the night. We talked to some locals that said there was a park, but nothing else. we headed down to the park to see what it was like. There were a couple pavilions and it was located right behind the community center. There were lots of cars around, and a couple standing by their Harley said hey, so we went to talk to them. We told them what we were up to and they suggested staying in one of the pavilions for the night. They said that there was a community potluck going on inside so we should go in and get some food. We walked in and all eyes were on us. “Who were these funky looking(and smelling) dudes in skin tight attire?” They gave us some food and told us that they would get ahold of the local cop to ask about staying in the pavilion for the night.
There was a band playing, they played everything including Boot, Scoot, ‘n Boggie, Man of Constant Sorrow, and Have I told you Lately that I Love You? we enjoyed out potluck leftovers and sat in the back corner. Soon enough, they came over and told us that it wasn’t going to work for us to stay there, so we didn’t know what we were going to do.
^The band at the shindig^
^The band again^
Towards the end of the evening, the harmonica player got on the microphone and announced to all why we were there and what we were doing on our trip. They gave us a long round of applause and many questions followed. At this point the original Harley lady stood up and asked if anyone had a truck to take us the 20 miles so we could stay at their house, the harmonica player volunteered and we were no longer homeless for the night.
We continued on to Steve and Doris’ home where we stayed the night. We were thankful for their friendliness and hospitality.
^Steve and Doris our hosts^
The potluck was probably one of my favorite moments on the trip so far.
