We love the Swains

What Rick failed to mention in yesterdays post is that we got a ride from Bridgeville to Denton - between 15 and 20 miles. Yesterday was an all day walk against a strong headwind. By the time we reached Bridgeville I had a blister the size of my big toe, on my little toe. We were windburned and winddeaf when we saw a gentleman in his late middle age flagging us down. "Are you the couple walking to California? Want to come in for some tea?" Rick said yes faster than I knew he could speak.

Sonny and his wife Astrid had read about us in the article Rick mentioned in his post yesterday, which had just come out in that morning's paper. The Swains were gratious and welcoming. We talked with Sonny about the changes in the Bridgeville he'd known growing up. On the first day, around Lewes, we had seen acres and acres of housing tracts built on former farm land. Most of the houses were unoccupied. It struck us at the time that here was an example of the very bust that had sent us on this walk. We mentioned this to Sonny as we waited for Astrid to come home and he talked about his childhood spent hunting the woods after school til sunset. The woods that are now housing tracts.

After a warming cuppa, and a pleasant and informative chat in their cosy home, Astrid offered to drive us to a hotel she knew of in Denton. We jumped at the offer. We're no die hards. News flash - we are old and out of shape. BUT getting stronger with every car ride and day off.

We hope we meet more wonderful people along the American Discovery Trail. The Swains have set the bar high.