August 9th
06:30-19:49
Friendville MD to Shelbyville IN
418 Miles

	I sat outside on the park table and updated the journal. There were some guys at the lake (about 20' in front of me) chatting and a couple were over fishing on the other side of the van.
	After the third mosquito attack (she had to be sucking bone marrow or cartilege; she was in the finger joint) I retreated into the tent and got ready to sleep. It was about 20:30. I shut out the light and got comfortable. After a bit the guys with the pick-up cranked up the country tunes and the party got started. It's Saturday Night in the RV park. About 10 minutes after that I put in my ear plugs and went to sleep.
	That worked until just after midnight when a fight broke out. From what I can tell during the drunken fight one of the guys got kicked in the head. He and (picture the sound of a 15 year old fat kid; high pitched yelling) perhaps his wife were yelling that "motherfucker, I want you out". I took out one earplug to listen. There were lights shining and people walking around. At one point the guy asked about my tent but the wife said that "it's the biker" and they left me alone. One of the more interesting comments was the guy yelling that he had a gun too (!). I had my hand on the cell in case shots rang out.
	I went back to sleep.
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