EoT Painting and Adventure Club part I

Category: dribblings

Popsicle, Mark, and I were supposed to paint the inside of someone’s house, but they called and said they all had the flu so instead of working we went on an adventure.

The first part of the adventure involved two cemeteries and Greasy Cove, AL (which I think is just about the same thing as Gallant, AL, but I’m not a native of this area (and didn’t have any knd of map) so don’t take my word for it. I’ll blog about this when I get my pictures resized.

The second part took us from Gallant to Steele to Ashville where our quest was to find the Looney House. It’s not what you think.

I first heard of the Looney House two weeks ago when a mother came to the library to find a book about it for her son who had to do a report on it. I was only able to find one paragraph in a really old Alabama book we had. The book said it was in the next county over so I looked it up on a map. It looked really easy to find. Basically take HWY411 south turn left and blam! house.

IT WAS NOT LIKE THAT.

I’m thinking we had a hard time finding it because we had come from the back roads into Ashville (from Steele) and not the way we usually would have come from (RBC). Also, it did not help that Greensport Road seems to be the default road name in those parts.

If my camera battery had not died, I would have some awesome pictures of two houses. The first one was a crazy place with all of these paintings hanging on the fence by the road (not in a “Hey, these are for sale” kind of way, but more in a “obviously a crazy person lives here and probably uses these paintings to keep evil spirits away.” kind of way.) The house across the street from Crazy Painterland had a whole Christmas Village in the yard, complete with full size Santa Mannequin.

Now, where was I. Right. The Looney House.
So we finally found it, after pulling over at a local elementary school where two teacher-types were standing outside, we asked directions and went on our way. We were on the right track, we just had not gone far enough. Way not far enough.

We find the joint and the fence is locked. There’s a hand-written note on it saying call this number for an appointment. Appointment! What kind of bullshit is this? So we call the number and no one answered. Assholes.

I didn’t want to break the law so I didn’t cross the fence. Although it would have been easy enough to do so.