The people that you meet!

Rough day riding leads to high tensions, aching belies and a serious
need for conditioned air. After forging through two of three downed
bridges we happily crossed the grand ole Mississippi! What was found
across the bridge was a exceedingly rough looking town overgrown by
recession and lost industry. A landscape of collapsing buildings and
homes long vacant, covered in vines is what we discovered to be
Helena, Arkansas.
We drove around looking for a place simply safe enough to stop with
our gear. After scrounging all around town we dove into a mexican
restaurant hoping for AC and a blood sugar increase. This is where we
met the Robertsons. One of a kind good people showing us the truest
southern hospitality. Rauncey was his name, we think! and he was out
scouting crappie fishin holes. He quickly gave us even greater
perspective to the vastness of this trip simply from his reaction to
our undertaking. He and his wife gave us valuable advice as to where
we might find a place to camp. After all they did for us in
encouragement, they past all expectation and purchased our dinner! It
was the wind in our sails to drive, this late night, to a decent
hiding place to put the tent.
Back on the road for these dirty boys, day five ain't over yet. Stay
posted! As soon as we figure out how to charge my broken computer and
get the wifi to upload, we've got some exciting new trail footage for
all you folks following along.