Hendersonville has treated us very well. The culture downtown was a pleasant surprise for us. Busking was excellent - lots of giving people and fellow creatives - and we continued to meet folks who wanted to put us up for the night.
One of our good friends (a stranger at the time) rode up on a bike to inquire if we really existed. She rode away but couldn't resist our company and came back for more. Turns out we couldn't resist her company either because we stayed at her house 3 out of the next 4 nights. Her sweet yellow house became our home, sweet home. Meadow even took to the place, returning voluntarily to her nightly "spot" by the covered porch when Hannah experimentally let go of the reigns. Our hostess, her boyfriend and roommate were sweet, supercool peoples that we will never forget. Love ya'll, love your tree, love your porch, Meadow loves your yard.
We met the fine officers of Hendersonville again, one morning. They came out on a call from a concerned citizen (one of a few they've received over the last few days). Apparently, the callers urgently tell of loose ponies - even if Hannah is on said pony's back.
We went to a wine and cheese party, ordered hoof boots and went to the Appalachian brewery. Meadow might or might not have enjoyed their IPA - couldn't tell, but Harvey certainly did. And he also got to watch some baseball, which is good for him.
Our first busking experience was in front of Jongo Java at 10 AM. Not only were people generous with their wallets, but within 10 minutes a friendly guy and girl invited us back to their place for the night. The Paradise Keeper and the Chai Fairy became fast friends with Five Cent Fiddle. Thanks for lunch, thanks for a place to stay, thanks for your smiles.
After three good days of busking to cap off nearly two weeks in and around Hendersonville, we felt the pull of the open road. The above shot is of our last night busking. You can see a pumpkin in the lower right; Hannah carved it to say "Hannah Flanagans" (a pub right across the street); and Harvey took it up to the bar and bartered it for some tasty drinks and food for all.
A very kind couple invited us back to their home for the evening. We played music, slept indoors on what turned out to be a very chilly night, grazed Meadow in their grassy backyard and had a beautiful breakfast the next morning.
Hendersonville has a horse-drawn-carriage service on weekends, and the driver (who was extremely cool herself) tipped us off about a traveling horse-drawn puppet show going to Brevard two days later. So, three weeks into our adventure, with the sun shining bright on a cool Sunday morning, we trucked down highway 64.
- FCF
Olive is a sun dog.
Meadow is a mud pony.
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