Having a meal at Collinwood, TN conditions are very difficult
How do U spell "jettison"?
Averaging 12 mph today bc of headwind and gear
Hope to be in Tishomingo before rain and night.
But for john and fredrica yesterday hauling some of load in RV, I wouldn't have made it
Some trip alright
Almost spent last night in county jail
Long story
Thanks for the messages
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Merriweather Lewis, barely...
A most difficult 75 miles, but very beautiful.
How do you spell "jettison"?
Must getrid of many things.
Too heavy to pull up these mtns.
Took 7 hrs. But a great sense of accomp.
(My bluegra4s music is not a hit w RVers
Much more tomorrow
Have a good night and thnks for following
Over and out from the colorful hills(mtns) of Tennessee
Fredrica and John from Maine, local police and sheriff (who caught me hitchhiking back to camp tonight) ,d gave me a ride all say "Hello"
How do you spell "jettison"?
Must getrid of many things.
Too heavy to pull up these mtns.
Took 7 hrs. But a great sense of accomp.
(My bluegra4s music is not a hit w RVers
Much more tomorrow
Have a good night and thnks for following
Over and out from the colorful hills(mtns) of Tennessee
Fredrica and John from Maine, local police and sheriff (who caught me hitchhiking back to camp tonight) ,d gave me a ride all say "Hello"
"Taking Off"
Five o'clock came early considering I stayed up too late reading a great book, "Undaunted Courage". (I didn't need an alarm clock to wake up; the night desk clerk was playing his jam box so loud that I could hear him singing along to a familiar tune early.)
As I approached the lobby to find a cup of coffee, I recognized the song as one of the few rock songs a country man can appreciate. And although I knew "Sweet Home Alabama", I was confused by the version I was hearing and the person that had taken this sacred anthem and butchered it into a "rap" treatment.
"Sounds like "white trash" to me," I said to the unimpressed young man as he bounced his head to the rhythm and sized-up my bicycling outfit. "What happened to Lynard Skynard?"
"The dude was married to Pamela Anderson, man." he said sarcastically.
"It's Kid Rock. I actually know a chick that knows the dude. She said he lives here part-time and owns a sky-scraper..."
Feeling bad for insulting my host, I felt compelled to compliment his jewelry.
"Got a new earring in your lip?" I said, trying to make conversation.
"Sorry if I offended your music," I said as I poured my coffee.
"No worries, dude." he replied. "It's all good..."
It's all good here. I am about to leave and try to navigate the morning traffic on my bicycle, pulling a trailer. (Picture of rig to come a.s.a.p.) I have an original idea of getting my picture made at the "Entering Natchez Trace Parkway" sign.
Obviously off to a great start, I plan to officially begin my trip at the Loveless Cafe, if I can find it. Maybe I'll find a person to make conversation with there. (www.lovelesscafe.com)
From there, I should be on my way down the devil's backbone, the Natchez Trace Parkway.
As I approached the lobby to find a cup of coffee, I recognized the song as one of the few rock songs a country man can appreciate. And although I knew "Sweet Home Alabama", I was confused by the version I was hearing and the person that had taken this sacred anthem and butchered it into a "rap" treatment.
"Sounds like "white trash" to me," I said to the unimpressed young man as he bounced his head to the rhythm and sized-up my bicycling outfit. "What happened to Lynard Skynard?"
"The dude was married to Pamela Anderson, man." he said sarcastically.
"It's Kid Rock. I actually know a chick that knows the dude. She said he lives here part-time and owns a sky-scraper..."
Feeling bad for insulting my host, I felt compelled to compliment his jewelry.
"Got a new earring in your lip?" I said, trying to make conversation.
"Sorry if I offended your music," I said as I poured my coffee.
"No worries, dude." he replied. "It's all good..."
It's all good here. I am about to leave and try to navigate the morning traffic on my bicycle, pulling a trailer. (Picture of rig to come a.s.a.p.) I have an original idea of getting my picture made at the "Entering Natchez Trace Parkway" sign.
Obviously off to a great start, I plan to officially begin my trip at the Loveless Cafe, if I can find it. Maybe I'll find a person to make conversation with there. (www.lovelesscafe.com)
From there, I should be on my way down the devil's backbone, the Natchez Trace Parkway.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
On the eve of some serious adventure...
Have arrived in Nashville and been released by the ole "ball and chain". So far, I am lucky with the weather; it has been clear.
No idea where the Natchez Trace begins, but the rather pleasent Eastern Indian fellow at the front desk promised to direct my path at daybreak. I believe it is about four miles from here.
By all means, always carbo-load at Sir Pizza in Bellvue before beginning such an adventure as this one. This Hampton Inn is a good stand when compared to Griner's or others' of long ago.
For now, I hope to break at Leiper's Fork tomorrow after breakfast and a solitary send-off at the Loveless Cafe and Motel at 7 a.m. Lunch and a another break also at Jackson Falls, before pitching my tent at Merriweather Lewis campground in the afternoon for some serious history.
Will blog as technology permits.
Tony
No idea where the Natchez Trace begins, but the rather pleasent Eastern Indian fellow at the front desk promised to direct my path at daybreak. I believe it is about four miles from here.
By all means, always carbo-load at Sir Pizza in Bellvue before beginning such an adventure as this one. This Hampton Inn is a good stand when compared to Griner's or others' of long ago.
For now, I hope to break at Leiper's Fork tomorrow after breakfast and a solitary send-off at the Loveless Cafe and Motel at 7 a.m. Lunch and a another break also at Jackson Falls, before pitching my tent at Merriweather Lewis campground in the afternoon for some serious history.
Will blog as technology permits.
Tony
Leaving Hattiesburg
Hello Friends,
I hope you'll join me here or somewhere along the Natchez Trace this week as I embark on a 450 mile, solo cycling/camping trip from Nashville to Natchez.
I hope you'll join me here or somewhere along the Natchez Trace this week as I embark on a 450 mile, solo cycling/camping trip from Nashville to Natchez.
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