Nashville: Country Music Hall of Fame, amazingly interesting. I had no idea that Bob Dylan played with Johnny Cash. And the Grand Ole Opry, which is a complex with hotel and resort, and mall with expensive restaurants. I ate in a cheap burrito place, better than Chipotle. In the seat next to me was an interesting couple from near San Simeon in California, big country music fans, found it kind of funny that country music wasn’t big in Brooklyn.
550.2 miles in 9.5 hours of pure driving to Nashville. Nothing but driving. I guess truckers do it all the time, but this is the furhest I remember driving in one go, and certainly by myself.
Nashville country music all the way, now that I have figured out working Spotify and Google Maps together. Haven’t done streaming music up till now because I commute by subway, and there is no reception. Now I have a reason to try it. Also a reason to get an updated Android phone, to get better reception on I-81.
Kind of a shame that Spotify does not understand Google voice commands, it would be really cool if I could just say my music requests and have Spotify serve them up. Maybe in a future version of Android?
Econolodge is kind of a dump. Got buttonholed by a couple of seventeen year olds with some sad tale of woe that they were crossing the country and OOPS I gave them the New Yorker grunt and break eye contact response. Now I regret it, I should probably have told them to call their parents.
Ate at Monell’s Dining and Catering, a fun Southern menu place where you sit together with other guests and pass the all you can eat food around. Met some fun young Ernst and Young types about Jeremy’s age, we reminisced about Pokemon cards.
401.2 miles to Harrisonburg via Gettysburg, the high water mark of the Confederacy. General Robert E. Lee’s defeat by General George Meade. 51,000 dead in a convincing demonstration of the 3:1 advantage of defense in modern warfare, a lesson lost on the generals of the First World War.
I was surprised at how little relief there was in the battleground. I had an image of steep slopes, but even the site of Pickett’s Charge was a gently sloping rise. Enough I suppose for the Union to get off a few more fusillades.
After the excellent visitor center and self guided auto tour off into a westering sky, through twisty country roads to the sound of the Memphis blues. I love Spotify.
269 miles. Benjy’s summer sleep away camp bookends our vacations. Summer doesn’t really start until we do the three hour drive up to Frost Valley Y.
On the way up we have four cell phones for three people, but manage to debate how to use them. I want to pipe Google Play through the now Bluetooth enabled car stereo, but this turns into a catastrophe with voice recognition. Eventually we settle down on 10,000 Maniacs from my off-line collection.
On the way back we stop at Quickway Twin Cones, I have an absolutely enormous (medium) rum’n’raisin and maple walnut. Yum! Photos would be nice, but I never seem to think to memorialize my experiences. Will try to do better on the way to Graceland!