Day 17: Mt, Solon, VA

Nau maiYesterday we performed at Red Wing Roots festival in western normal Virginia. We were woken at 5am to the sound of spinning wheels and the smell of burnt clutch drifting into our bunks through the air conditioning vents. It was pitch black outside and there was dense foliage pressed up against the windows on the left side of the bus. We had taken a wrong turn and were trapped up a one-way road somewhere in rural Virginia fifty miles east of where we were supposed to be. The trailer had slipped partially off the road and a thick tree branch was wedged in between bus and trailer preventing us from moving forwards. Tristan and Annie were first on the scene, heading up a nearby driveway with John, our bus driver, to ask for help. They knocked on the door of this isolated house and a few minutes later it was answered by a man in disrepair, covered in scrapes, blood streaked down one side of his face, left arm hanging loose in a sling, and clearly under the influence of some strong…