Fast times in Memphis, Tennessee
Ah, so many adventures since we last communicated in St. Louis. We spent the weekend of the 4th of July camping in East St. Louis, we were busted by a friendly railroad cop named Chris who helped us find our way through the yard, we ran into our friend Katie Musick who used to go to Northland, and we’ve been rockin’ up the miles ever since. However, we hve found that since St. Louis the towns are getting farther away from the river, so finding internet (among other things) has gotten much more difficult.
We had an encounter two days ago that we’re still analysing. We had our first encounter with real southern hospitality, when a bunch of friendly Tennesseeans invited us to their beach where we partied it up, drank beer, and grilled burgers. Although we could see alittle lightning way to the north, Phil and I chose to disregard it and set our tent up in the middle of a sandbar. Well wouldn’t you know it, that night a big storm rolled right on top of us, forcing us to break camp around 2:00am and paddle across the river to find shelter from the lightning which ended up striking the beach we had just left several times. We managed to set our tent back up without getting wet, but we didn’t get any sleep and were scared out of our minds for most of the night. Now, if we hadn’t been invited to eat with the nice Tennesseans we never would have set up camp there and would’ve gotten a full nights rest, but because of the food they gave us we were able to do 55 miles the next day, even with a late start and a long lightning stop.
Conclusion: Southern Hospitality…totally worth it!
So now we’re in Memphis trying to figure out how we’re going to keep going without towns on the river. Looks like the Hucksters are going to get used to more walking!