Day three - MLAG AT LAST

Great breakfast of sausage and egg from Neils, then we packed Holly's RV and car. Cathy drove Heather and myself in the car while Holly drove the RV, about four hours North to Newport PA. passing Gettysburg, Three Mile Island and Allentown - everywhere you look in America there is a song. Beautiful country. We stopped on the way for a steak sub and fries - healthy food is not really an option, see what I had for dinner later.

Then I arrived at the Mountain Laurel  campsite to find my popup. More of a let down really. I have a bed, a roof over me and a light that works. Nothing else. No sink, no water, no fridge, no aircon. And it is HOT! Boy is it hot! I am running with sweat and have to drink gallons. And it is a humid heat, not dry like in France. Neal and Coleen found me a fan, then Holly drove us into town to buy ice and a cool box, and gave me water, lots of it! On the way back we stopped for two of the most enormous and delicious pizzas I have ever seen, then we made a pilgrimage to holy ground. The site of the first workshop making autoharps. The original site of Mountain Laurel. The home of George Orthey. And I met him, and he punched me! There was a mozzy on my shoulder, so he said! I went into the bunkhouse where Heather was sleeping, and saw the pictures of the Carters and Stonemans and Mike Fenton on the walls. And I saw fireflies, loads of them in the woods! Add these to the red cardinals, humming bird, huge butterflies, wild swathes of day lilies, deer and chipmunks I have already seen - what a wonderful land.

Back to the popup, try to make some sense of it. Apart from anything else, it seems to be unstable - if I move to one end it rocks alarmingly. And the ice in the cool box melts and runs all over the floor because of the way it is tilted. But I am so chuffed to be here, nothing matters. Some jamming, I got to play a tune to Cindy Harris, Cathy and Nadine, and then joined a group who had a book of about 300 songs that they were working from - all in G apparently! Now 11pm, and in bed. Sweating. No way will I sleep. At least tomorrow I will be in the hall with air conditioning.