During my time as a poultry resident in Columbus, OH, I received a call regarding some sick chickens. Location: southeast edge of Ohio. The other resident and I packed up for a two hour trip and prepared for a pleasant ride. What we could not prepare for was the fact that we were driving into the Appalachian mountains. As we got closer to the location, we startede to realize that we are not in “Ohio” any more. It was an amazing ride through the mountains. In some areas there was no phone signal and no place to stop. In some areas, there were isolated homes. It almost reminded me of upstate New York but bath tubs and satelite dishes on front lawns were not something I had ever seen in my home of NY. Needless to say, we got lost somewhere along the way and were at least 45 minutes late. We finally stopped at a general store that could have been out of Little House on the Prairie to get directions and to call the client. Fortunately, we weren’t far and the owner came to meet us and lead to the house.