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In which our heroine learns that she can't get there from here

Errol Hess in 1969A summer spent among aging hippies might not sound like fun to most going-on-eighteen-year-olds, but the truth is that this felt like a do-or-die situation.  Greensun had sent out a call to all of its past members (thus the flier) asking for a commitment of time and money if we wanted the community to continue.  And as much as I had to agree with Mom that sleeping in an old farmhouse with holes in the wall large enough to see through wasn't so appealing, the alternative was that if the community shut down, I'd never know what I was missing.

And I might never meet my bio-dad.

Which is all a long way of explaining how I ended up in southern West Virginia, which apparently had the closest airport to Pikeville, Kentucky, which was relatively close to Greensun.  (You know you're going to the boondocks when specifying locations involves lots of "It's near"s rather than an actual town's name.)  Mom had given me the phone number of a neighbor who could come pick me up, and she'd even offered to book a room at a nearby hotel so that one of the previous Greensun inhabitants could drive me down when he or she arrived.  But I wanted to get there early to see the place all by myself, and I Cove Ridge Store, 1977also wanted to travel on my own.  After all, if my trip had turned out to be a tour of Europe instead of Appalachia, I'd have been figuring out transportation as I went along, and I didn't want to miss out on that experience.

On the other hand, now that I was in West Virginia (aka the land of no public transportation), I was starting to suspect that I really couldn't get there from here.  While researching options for where to go on my post-high-school and pre-college trip, I'd initially chosen Europe (before throwing that voyage away for what was currently seeming like a very bad idea) since its extensive rail system made it easy to get around for those of us too young to rent a car.  Why couldn't Greensun be located on an Amtrak line?

I hope you enjoyed this third installment of Forsythia's adventure.  Stay tuned for another chunk of her story tomorrow, or download the entire ebook of Watermelon Summer here.

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