Leaving New York City was significantly less expensive than entering into it, and less eventful. Neither Dillan nor I had ventured north of New York State and we were excited to see some New England sights. We got to Plymouth, expecting pilgrim-ey things, and we were not disappointed. I actually really love that city, partly because of the cool old buildings and immense history, but also because it was the first time in weeks that we weren’t submerged in incredible heat and humidity. It was the closest to comfortable I’ve been since leaving home and it felt amazing.
We played that night for the Guitar Pedal Shoppe’s soft opening in downtown Plymouth. The guys from CopperSound Pedals came to see us and we had a grande old time, getting to know everybody and learning the differences between Boston and Seattle culture (we have more in common than you might expect).
That night, our friend Ric and his family let us stay at their bed and breakfast. Once again, this was amazing. There is simply no comparison at all between sleeping in the back of the Fiesta and having your own bed, which is what we would have done had it not been for Ric and Liz’s generosity. We felt like kings, and slept like them too.
The next morning, after we got all our stuff together, we went downstairs to sit at the breakfast table and out came Liz with pancakes and bacon for us. We are so grateful to them for their immeasurable generosity.
So we pulled all our stuff out and switched out the flat for the spare tire and drove to the Ford Dealership in Hershey. (That is right, Hershey, as in chocolate-for-days-Hershey’s-candy). It took three hours to figure out what all we needed to get us back on the road. We wound up having to buy two new tires and getting our oil changed. So we didn’t get moving on our 9 hour drive to South Carolina until 3PM.
There were flash floods, and accidents and a whole assortment of slow downs on our way down there, but we finally made it to Philippes house with no marks or bruises that weren’t there before.
Staying with Philippe was a dream come true. We got to sleep in, hang out, eat good food, snuggle cats and befriend his nearly 2-year old son RJ. We could relax there about as much as we could at home, and that was an amazing feeling.
A few things about South Carolina and the south that we didn’t expect:
- The bugs are huge.
- The heat is truly oppressive.
We saw our first cicadas in South Carolina. Dillan thinks they’re nasty. I think they’re amazing, although I wouldn’t want to touch one…
We stayed with Philippe for several days and then went west to Clinton, Tennessee. Tennessee is a beautiful state, especially eastern Tennessee, with the Smoky Mountains stretching out for miles. The mist coming up off the rivers and deciduous trees draping our windy road took my breath away.
The national park reminded Dillan and I a lot of home, except 30 degrees warmer and adding 40% humidity to the mix. Still, it is a lovely place. We will definitely be going back there, probably closer to autumn, as opposed to the dead of summer.
Last night we played in Nashville. Like New York City, playing in Nashville is a rite of passage. You get so anxious for shows like that, but once you play them, you have the confidence to go back. Once you do it, you can do it again, and again, and again.
This tour has been really eye-opening for Dillan and I on so many levels. Everyday holds encouragement for us. We can take on a two month long tour, play shows often and make new friends in different regions of the US. Our band really is good enough to join ranks with other touring bands. We just had to get our stuff together and do it.
The hardest part of any daring venture is getting up the courage to try. I’m so glad we’re trying 🙂