It was a long drive down, and an even longer drive back. I got back to Nashville around midnight last night. The trip was fantastic, and more Nashville adventures are pending before I wing back to real life.
Blogging as I have time, but it's another gorgeous and hot summer day here so I don't want to waste it on the computer.
Here are some snapshots from the ride down:
An old Stuckey's in very rural Alabama, which seemed to be a Stuckey's no more but did house a typical "gift" shop and a Dairy Queen. Dairy Queens are hard to come by in California, and I was happy to stop, stretch my legs, let Dad walk and use the facilities, and get me a Dairy Dip.
Papa John enjoys a Dairy Dip
I took in a lot of forgotten southern Americana on the hot drive south. We had to stop for gas in a scary, scary part of Montgomery, Alabama to leave I-65 South for Route 331 (Montgomery is where, I've learned, Channing Tatum grew up and whose father still has a farm —I was flipping through the GQ interview while waiting at one of the stops). Back to this scary area and scary gas station—only one of the three restrooms was in working order, and all had a series of locks, chains, and padlocks. I had to wonder what the hell went on around here that necessitated the locks, AND what circumstances caused each of the locks to be penetrated. On the way back I noticed this was near the bus station. I wonder if that has anything to do with it.
Anyway, it was so remarkable I took a snap with my phone.
Just before sunset, we finally made it to the amazing house. Four bedrooms, 4.5 baths, pool, and carriage house with it's own self-contained apartment which can sleep four.
Ah. Finally. Some surf and sun.
In the morning I played in the pool with the kids for about 45 minutes before putting on sunscreen. Ouch. I'm just starting to peel now.
No comments:
Post a Comment