Last night's campground was pretty cozy. Even had a sportbike sighting. It disappeared right after I shot this, sorry it's so blurry.
Bags back on, looking for adventure in Tennessee. I was only heading to Nashville so I took a few detours on the way.
I'm sparing you folks pictures of cornfields, but if you haven't been here, agriculture is everywhere. This place was growing lumber!
While Missouri had tornado damage, West Tennessee has economic damage. In many areas, every 7th house was for sale by owner. Even more sobering were the commercial vacancies.
Now that I'm in The South, I'll avoid talking about how many churches there are beyond mentioning that there are more churches than gas stations (my own version of salvation), and in some areas it seemed like they outnumbered houses.
The roads were great, especially 69A. The last dozen miles or so of 46 were coated evenly—almost invisibly—with gravel, leading to a few moments of "why's my front tire twitching?" and "why is my back end going wide?" No disasters, though. Most of the roads looked like this.
The whole day was nice and sweepy, and the parts that didn't look like that^ were the same thing, but with a backdrop of people's houses on one-acre yards.
I still got to Nashville at 3:30, which was good because half an hour later I got a call from that job prospect I mentioned in Utah. Sounds like I might be taking a short detour back to California during this trip. This is starting to sound like some kind of fictional chronicle but it's real, baby.
Nashville maxxout tonight, see you folks tomorrow.
