Tonight Marji and I find ourselves in the hills of West Virginia, listening to a duo play everything from John Prine to Fleetwood Mac. It's a cool evening and there is not a cloud in the sky. Such a juxtaposition to the last week of rain in Kentucky.

Don't get me wrong, Kentucky was beautiful and I definitely want to return. But tonight, is such a wonderful contrast. We have landed at the Outpost, which is a combination campground and music venue. This is the beginning of their season, and as they get going, they bring in bigger acts. Honestly, I'm happy we landed here when we did. If we had rolled into a big music weekend, I might have kept driving. But the vibe here tonight is so intimate and wonderful.

Landing in places like this are the happy accidents that only being on the road, and being open to what ever is next can bring.

Tomorrow we hit the road early. We have a little over 300 miles to Gettysburg. This will be a home coming of sorts. Marji and I lived in Chambersburg back in the late '90's, and we have wonderful friends there. We can't wait to hang out, eat and drink a little too much, and mountain bike with our friends. This will be our last stop before our final push back to northern New England.