Hancock.

May 28, Hancock.

The kids hardly slept last night, waking up coughing and ill, both of them in turns, so I hardly slept either.
We had breakfast in a lovely café down the road in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, a stone throw and a world away from sinking Hancock. The town seems to be going the way of so many other rural towns, slowly sinking down into the river that defines it and into oblivion. Two restaurants have closed since last year, the park where we stay seems to be deteriorating, and there isn't really anything here but a dollar store, an old laundromat and a couple of gas stations. Still there was the pool, right behind our trailers, and the girls enjoyed it, watchful not to mess up their stage make-up. The kids and I went too.