Chompin' chiggers! Tennessee is a loooooooooooooooong state!
We had just begun to say "hustlin' javelinas" when we found ourselves leaving the southwest, and javelinas, behind. The campground in West Memphis warned us of the presence of the nasty little insects called chiggers, though, and now we have a new exclamation. It's really fun to say with a fake southern accent.
So, Friday, we drove and drove across Tennessee, mostly on Route 40. We had lots and lots of big trucks to keep us company, and we were safe from distractions because the road didn't change much for a few hundred miles or so; I can't imagine why we didn't have more fun...
We didn't go to Graceland, or the Grand Ole Opry. We didn't even listen to Elvis or country music on the radio. I did sing the refrain of "Chattanooga Choo-Choo" every time we passed signs for Chattanooga (which was fairly often), but I was not discovered by an agent and I will not be the next country music star. Sandeep didn't say, "STOP SINGING CHATTANOOGA CHOO-CHOO!" We didn't even take any photographs. Tennessee is like New England, only flatter and with fewer evergreens. You'll just have to imagine it.
Molly slept.
We camped in Crossville, Tennessee, east of Nashville.
...Sigh...
We're so glad that most of the days of our trip have been so much more fun than today!
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