I got a ride outa Columbus with an old man, named Warren. His nephews and nieces call him "Crazy Uncle Warren". He was a nice guy and he loved Jesus. In the middle of the ride the muffler of his car fell off and we had to pull over in the rain. I was happy to fix it for him but we were late getting to our destination. Originally he was going to drop me off outside of Johnson City, Tennessee, but instead he took me to where he was going; a farm outside of Greeneville, TN. His nephew, Aaron, was there building a structure out of Rammed Earth.
A young couple was there as well, Rachel and Ryan. We got there at night so I didn't see just how majestic the landscape was until I woke up the next morning and took these pictures.
They had sheep, chickens, roosters, cattle, and they grew their own food. They fed us delicious food that night and we played foosball, strummed guitars, drank moonshine, and passed out late. Warren and Aaron drove me into Asheville the next day and here I am.
It's my 29th birthday today yet I'm in a city where I really know no one and no one knows me. I am working a few hours a day at this hostel so I can stay here for free. I am really missing my family and friends back home. This trip has been more than I expected but I don't know when to call it quits and travel back west. I have a two month internship waiting for me at a farm outside of Nashville starting in September. After that I plan on going back down to New Orleans for Halloween and then catchin' a ride back to the Bay with Shilo sometime in mid November. That's the plan as it stands currently.
happy birthday.
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