That evening, Bob and Mary Scott Coffey found us looking lost (it worked again) beside the New River, unable to find the elusive campground we had been told was near. They were on their way back from Blacksburg after biking to visit their daughter at college there, a 50 mile round-trip. They had many tandem questions and shared some of their touring experiences including having done the two eastern sections of the Bikecentennial Trail, and two trips on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
They invited us home, which was most welcome. I wanted a shower since we had free-lance camped in the woods the previous night, and the constant short steep hills yesterday had me sweating.
We’ve had a wonderful evening eating Mary Scott’s lasagna and sharing biking stuff. They are both 52 and looking forward to some serious touring after retirement at 56 or so. We think they are good candidates for a tandem, but then we think all couples are good candidates for a tandem.
On Sunday morning. Bob and Mary Scott made us breakfast, and then we rode to meet them at their church two miles up the road. It was a small white church, like those seen all over Appalachia, set in a grove of oak hickory and maples just beginning to turn. Methodist.
They have a part-time minister and it was the off-week, so the lesson was given by the congregation. It was all about the second generation of Christian leaders appointed by the original apostles and called deacons. A very nice older lady was presenting and she seemed glad to have us as a distraction.
She asked us to talk to the congregation with about 20 minutes left. We didn’t mind and enjoyed sharing some of our experiences and our philosophy. They kept us busy with questions long after church let out. Shortly before noon we got away down the road to a round of applause. What wonderful people.
Our ride was short, but again some of the hills were so steep my arms ached at the top from pulling on the bars. Nasty. On the advice of Bob and Mary Scott, we are staying in a Forest Service campground. They are rare around here and this one is a gem, hot showers and all.
We slept late the next morning. Camping back in the woods and ever later sunrises are getting to be a problem.
Met an interesting guy in the campground who does sound work for concerts all over North Carolina. He knows all sorts of famous musicians, mostly in the country genre. He is around my age and seems content with his work. He gets to travel and work with interesting people. Sounds like he has been dealing with the Vietnam war thing for a long time and is finally finding a positive direction. Good luck to him.