Day Two: The Search For Levon Helm Begins

We're heading out now, leaving Knoxy's little house next to the railroad track that separates her from the crazy man that screams in the forest at night. Ron and I are in hot pursuit of even hotter breakfast tacos.

Ron was a little despondent when he discovered it was raining outside. All of the splendorous weather of yesterday had spoiled his expectations for the remaining weekend, in terms of "setting". But I cheered him up.

"Hey Ronnie, do you know what I love about the rain at music festivals in Austin?" I asked with a comforting tone.

"What?" he asked downtrodden in the heart.

"The bikinis."

"The bikinis?"

"The bikinis."

"THE BIKINIS!"

"That's right."

"They'll be covered in mud and water and music festival stuff," Ron said triumphantly.

"Viva ACL."

Next- breakfast tacos and a map to find Levon Helm