Boone, NC: Well, on the way to Boone I stopped in the craziest town. It was like 30 years ago to me but of course that was just the initial appearance; all country sort of appears outdated to me. My perspective needs adjustment. Anyway the town from my eye was just a highway exit, diner, mobile home sales center, giant rusty red arrow sign pointing nowhere, and further down the dusty road, a flea market. I took so many pictures but none showed how I viewed this place at all so I deleted/hid them all just to have it my way in my mind. It was closed since it was a weekday afternoon but still definitely operating occasionally…there was a gun shop, cowboy boots/music lessons store, convenience store with taco walkup window and handwritten sign (open), a hardware mart, center office, and then finally a motorcycle shop with a parking block in front that just barely read “motorcycles only”. What if bike shops in cities got to reserve part of the street for a bike rack?! So exclusive…. And also there was a deserted gas station roof structure positioned in front of a deserted barn that had the faded words “dealers only” printed on it. There was livermush on the menu of the diner, it was decorated with nascar memorabilia & tractors & ol silly sayin’s and I got a PBJ, tots & coffee for like $3.
Boone! Stay w logan on park street up the hill. Slept SO much. Met The Pond the cat, Chrissy the dog, and chickens!! Went for a bike ride, made pancakes for the roommates Sydney Kathleen and Emily with one of the chickens’ eggs (vegde break :P), drove logan to class, slept, walked up the roped-off driveway next to their house and saw a great camping spot/ deserted house and shed, mountains all around. Why desert? Eight hours after a friend asked if I was in meth country and I said if I am I don’t know it yet, then got the lowdown on meth country, someone who knew someone.
The egg didn’t make that pancake any better and I can’t imagine putting them in any baked or caked good for any reason besides 1) lack of creativity or 2) I can see that they are happy, although probably not ever truly livin it up. Do animals live it up?
May 2nd. Roadside farmers market w sweetest old man. 100s of handwritten jams/jellies/preserve labels lining the empty spaces where there weren’t racing decorations. Phone lines down so no paying with card but he gave me a free apple, washed it for me, let me use the restroom…very sweet impression of the country always.
Next stop: Linville Caverns, Marion, NC!
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