and a little further down...
We are sitting (from transcription you see) at the Sidewalk Cafe in Honaker, CA on white-washed metal cafe chairs and table (that remind me of my great Aunt Odell's outdoor furniture. Caddy-corner to us (because it's a curvy little town and we are sort of at a Flatiron building-esque intersection, is a Rapid Cash Advance Center that has gone our of business.
Once again we are the sole customers (they're busier during the week and everyone is all the ball park today.)
We had a good night's rest, rose at six and made it about 1/2 a mile down the road before our eyes fell on a Little's Snack Bar where we saw fruit outside. We filled our fists with plums, a nectarine, apple and pear and went in to discover that they also served our normal sloppy breakfast. The coffee left something to be desired but our eggs had flavor and my gravy biscuit was quite tasty.
At the Sidewalk Cafe now, we are having some classy chicken salad with sliced grapes and walnuts that is pretty delicious and a good Reuben (although not NYC style with half a cow stuffed between two slices of bread).
The morning has been hard but fulfilling. I need to remember to put on sunblock more frequently as I start to feel flushed and have a permanent expression of embarrassment on my face.
We got off Rt. 11 around Meadowview and back onto our blessed MAP at Rt. 80, a windy beautiful route though Hawter's Gap. Everyone warned us about that mountain, telling us we'd be pushing for most of the way. We didn't push, but after stopping twice in a 5 miles climb we made it to the top... although we broke our camera on the way. The county was beautiful. The mountains were closer in than before and and the fields are bulbous and beautiful. I'm getting sick of seeing so many dead creatures in the road though. It really makes you sad to see so many smooshed animals. So far people driving have been pretty respectful, but we are told that KY and MS are other stories.
Our legs are pretty tight after the somewhat chilly downhills, the uphills have been killer, but we're taking a good rest now. According to the elevation chart we have a good bit of climbing still to come this afternoon (I guess that is to be expected). We stopped at the Honaker library, but it's closed on Saturdays, which is sad because it was just this little white cottage on a hill, with lots of potted flowers about and trees shading a sweet little bench. But instead we are at this main intersection of Honaker. I am trying to sit ladylike for all the cars going by and coming up the hill towards us, but it is hard to care all the time. The town's population is about 945 and I think all of the cards have driven by.
We've seen a good number of CF flags and quite a few signposts with "white power" sprayed over whatever DOT instructions were there before. I hate to say it, but if I were a black person, I'd be much more cautious about doing this route. We definitely haven't seen any posters for Obama, but really not for anyone for that matter.
Andy and I have decided that if we lived in this part of VA we would have some serious Southern drawls lickety split, because we are already starting to encroach on our Yankeefied speech (if you could even call it that.)
Last night I had a weird dream about teaching yoga. But I think it was weird enough that I should keep it to myself. But I think it pretty much centers around me thinking I'm forgetting how to teach. We've obviously been sitting here too long and it's time to start our climb to Council, and then see it we can make it to Haysi for the night. The climb to Council is up a mountain called Big "A" Mountain. It is actually called that. So apparently we are allowed to use profane language as we make it up it.
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