We'd stopped for lunch at Gibby's pub. I had a fried pickles and cod sandwich. Interesting day on the road. [Ed. note: No surprise there -- not after the fried pickle and cod sandwich.]
The sun seems to bring out all sorts. A carload of Jehovah's Witness stopped to talk theology. Then we met a 300 pound biker w/tats who lost his shitzu to cancer. I gave him our cause bracelet.
To top off the day we took a siesta at the fairgrounds and awoke to a bunch of guys with garbage pails on their heads dueling with mop sticks.. Yep, you guessed it; an SCA day in the park. SCA - the original nerds back before the days of Dungeons and Dragons. Almost laughed when I saw them but I'd hate the headline ... "Man crossing country for canine cancer pummeled by men in tights."
(from photos on the road, Ohio, April 18, 2009)