TOM WAITS “RAIN DOGS”

"Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the Rain Dogs
Taxi, we'd rather walk.
Huddle a doorway with the Rain Dogs
For i am a Rain Dog, too.

Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreamin
Oh, how we danced away
All of the lights
We've always been out of our minds.

The Rum pours strong and thin
Beat out the dustman
With the Rain Dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train
Give my umbrella to the Rain Dogs
For I am a Rain Dog, too.

Oh, how we danced with the
Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you
Whispered to me
You'll never be going back home,
You'll never be going back home."

This song was stuck in my head today playing on repeat for my entire drive, as the rain was crashing down all around me.
    Georgia is a hard drive so far. Their are so many reasons in today alone why you should not drive a 50cc scooter through the Appalachian mountains… lets list them off, first going up you are lucky if the bike can reach 15mph.  The clouds that you see in the distance on top of a mountain are just giant non visible patches of fog.  It rains a lot and I mean a lot. You come across at least one “good ol boy” in his pickup truck that wants to yell or honk at you per trip. Scooter by law must drive on the far right of the road, just past that point is a good 200 ft drop off (but a great view.)
    Well now that I have made you worry about me just a little bit more let me tell you about my night last that I had in my tent, on top of Look Out Mountain at the always convenient but not always wonderful KOA camp grounds.  After a some what wet drive I was given my lot spot to set up my tent. As I drive to it I noticed that there is no grass and I get to set up in nice mountain mud/rock. Sleep will be fun I thought to my self. I check the weather report and it did not look promising.  As I huddle in my tent putting my self on top of my sleeping bag due to the heat it starts to rain. I love the sound of rain it helps me sleep so off to sleep I went, dreaming of a bunch of nice things. Perhaps an hr or two pass when im woken up by my bare feet in a puddle of water. Halleluiah I say to my self in a very sarcastic voice, my tent leaks and their is a river in my home…eff. So as I sat on top of my sleeping bag watching everything around me get wet I notice a shadow of what looked to be a rather large cat walking around out side my tent.  The thought of a mountain lion or black panther scared me shitless I sat in one spot not moving for over an hr. I watched the shadow step up onto the shadow of my picnic table about 20 feet from my tent and then step down and walk away, It took up ¾ of the picnic table yes, yes that cat was not a house cat. Morning came and the rain let up a little for me to start packing up my stuff and when I finished I drove and drove hard into the rain.
    Now I sit at a much more pleasant KOA with a belly full of potatoes, beef, fried okra and green beans. I think im going to go buy another soda before the camp store closes.

Grace and Peace,
Christopher
Look Out Mountain

Cartersville Georgia