Tank of gas #1: gets us through NC and into TN. While driving through some of our beautiful cities I was awestruck with how magnificent some of God's creations really are. My navigatress and I decided right about the time we crossed through Asheville that, given the choice, we would so rather live closer to the mountains than the beach. Good thing I'm moving to a place where the nearest beach is 1,000 miles away, but the nearest mountain is practically in my backyard. :)
I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll be giving up Bojangles, Cheerwine, and Cook-Out milkshakes, so I'm also using this first day to hang on to the last bits of southern culture. We stopped for lunch at Newport, Tennessee's Cracker Barrel (little did we know we'd have an opportunity to eat at the Barrel at every other exit the rest of the day!). FYI - Cracker Barrel has 594 locations nation-wide. We dined on chicken, green beans, fried apples, mac & cheese, homemade biscuits, and fried okra..that's about as southern as you can get!
Tank of gas #2: switch drivers for a bit. Next stop - Nashville. From the passenger seat I see a construction sign indicating "long delays" in about 10 miles. No big deal. Sikkkkke. Not long after we find ourselves in standstill traffic. Literally no movement. We've got shirtless drivers hopping out of their cars to talk to truckers, heads hanging out of windows to try and see what's going on, and a lot of fist pumping (the happiest kind, of course).
Fast forward north 5 hours, and we're finally in the booming Kentuckian metropolis of Paducah - home to the National Quilt Museum and more restaurants within a square mile of our hotel than any other place either of us have ever visited. It's that big of a deal. Tomorrow, we're off on our second leg and third tank of gas. Slowly, but surely, I'm getting to those Rocky Mountains calling my name.
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