The curtains opened this morning to a pouring rain in Charleston, West Virginia. The forecast once again reminded me why we’re in the truck. We decided to head for the first planned stop of the day after striking out on coffee at the hotel. The pin in the plan said we were only 40 minutes from a fine dining experience.

A few years ago, I was a relatively regular watcher of the TV Show “Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives”. There was a fun episode about a place in West Virginia called Hillbilly Hot Dogs. What a way to start the day – hot dogs and a really funky place. If you leave the tip at the service window, the entire staff sings the Weenie Song. I did not join them in song even though I badly wanted to (I know the words). It really isn’t fine dining but eating in an old school bus is quite entertaining. (Sonny is the Weenie Man. He owns the Weenie Stand.) The rain even stopped long enough for us to explore the grounds. We did not attempt the Homewrecker Challenge. (Google Hillbilly Hotdogs for an explanation.)

It was time to move on from the Weenie Man to the MothMan. There’s a small town just barely in West Virginia (Point Pleasant) that takes credit for being the home of MothMan. There are a lot of conflicting descriptions of what the creature actually looks like. As far as I can tell, he looks like anything you want him to – just sew some red eyes on it.

We were sufficiently scared of Moth Man so we headed for “Home on the Farm”. It wasn’t our home of course. It was the home of the breakfast sausage man, Bob Evans. The museum portion of this place no longer exists. The homestead and farm lands are there. It’s one of those “we can say we’ve been there” kind of stop but unless you want to eat at the on-site restaurant, there isn’t a lot to see.

Prepare to make fun of our final stop of the day while the rain continues. I’d never heard of the Pencil Sharpener Museum. By all rights, it should be in Pencilvania, not Ohio. Over the years a collection of over 5000 pencil sharpeners has been amassed and displayed in a small building in Logan, Ohio. I just don’t see the point.

Intermittent rain followed us to Washington Court House, Ohio which is our home for the night. There was a restaurant that we could see from our room. It was time to eat. I wasn’t expecting a lot but we had a server who made the entire meal great. Thank you Sara.

If all goes well, tomorrow night we’ll all be sleeping in our own beds. Thank you Spencer, Laura, and Jana for guiding me along this path. Thank you readers for sticking with me as I continue to ramble.