We didn’t want to leave East Bend. It was very hard to say goodbye. Even the countryside looked less warm as we drove away.
We headed north along the mountains to Lynchburg, Virginia.
Ok, I have to stop here for a moment to have a word with my Southern friends.
First, why oh why do “y’all” have the same dang city names from one state to the next? Second, why do “y’all” insist on having 25 names for the same road.
My GPS says “turn right at highway 380/interstate 70/260/Hully Road.” WHICH ONE IS IT???
Anyway, I digress. We arrived in Lynchburg to meet with a friend I have only met on facebook who is elected into that body of folks who make laws. He is a legislator. But he is a libertarian with a capital “L” and he is interested in repealing and resisting legislation more than writing laws.
I appreciate his position. As a felon I cannot even consider what he does, but he is passionate about it. We discussed midwifery and religion and how the two intersect in areas and the arguments of some about why they never should.
And here I must admit that my kids are definitely done with the road trip. They have now BOTH become travel weary and act like an ingrown hair. Inflamed, embarrassing and obvious.
Poor fellah had to encourage them to lay down their battle axes on a couple occasions.
But I’m still not done driving. I still have enough angst to drive into the Atlantic and then some. I sincerely hope that drive dies before my kids do.
We eventually rolled back into the cramped, stinky and dirty car that we’ve called home for nearly three weeks and headed for the Confederate Capitol: Richmond.
Our hostess here is brilliant. I didn’t realize how much so until we sat down and began to talk and our talking propelled us into the late night. She is a repository of midwifery history and has firsthand knowledge of so many prosecutions. I was excited to find that our conclusions match to a T. Not that agreeing with me makes you right, but it certainly helps. 🙂