Holy Frijoles!!!

We left the hotel with a route change that ended up cutting out a bunch of unnecessary miles and unnecessary mountains on our way to Poultry Days. I really wanted to make that tournament because I'd never been before and I heard so much about it. It was a 60 mile day and we decided to go get some Mexican food that night. The night before, at the hotel, there was a Mexican place but it closed down too early for us to go, but we still had Marg's on the mind all day long.

We finally show up to Abingdon and find the Mexican place, which was closed on Sundays... So we found another one (Marg's on the mind) about three miles away. The margaritas were great after dinner and drinking biking was the last thing we wanted to do. By this time it was getting dark and the pass over the next set of mountains was really close to town and the campground was still 10 miles down the road toward the pass. I wouldn't have minded going to the campground in hindsight, it was almost a straight drop downhill the whole way, but we didn't know that at the time and heard that it might be a rough ride to the campground. So Iris begins asking around for a yard or some other nearby place to camp and all of the people lived even farther than the campground so that was out. She eventually asks the Mexicans and they let us camp in the back of the restaurant, where there is a little field by the parking lot.

The cops that came by that night to check us out were really cool, and actually weren't trying to mess with us at all. They were looking for three men who were supposedly in the area, and Iris and Heather really didn't fit that description. They did tell us, however, that this was the first time they'd ever seen someone in a tent in the middle of town and that they would keep an eye us later, which put my mind at ease after discovering there three suspects running around
Abingdon.

Almost to Kentucky!!!!