5/28/2014 a Kentucky rest stop
Shoutout to rest
stops that have indoor seating areas with access to power outlets! I’m just
going to chill here for a bit, instead of cooping up in my car for hours till I
get tired. Due to the fragmented nature of my travel, I’m not doing really any
of those lengths of drives where you are on the road for 10 hours and then pass
out the instant you stop. I generally stretch my legs every 2 hours and get to
where I want to be in a reasonable amount of time. I didn’t feel like finding a
camp site tonight, but I know there are grounds around. Generally rest stops
aren’t near enough to camp sites, so it ends up being one or the other. The
benefit of taking the road more travelled: more amenities. The weather has been
awful ever since I left New Orleans. I’ve been driving through thunderstorms
for two days! Though today was significantly better than yesterday. But the
horrible weather made it so that I really had no desire to stick around in
Mississippi or Tennessee. Why set up camp in the rain, and be kept awake by the
rain, only to have everything be soggy and not fun at all? Granted both states
were beautiful, but damn it’s no fun going through storms. I kept my speed low
and I didn’t hydroplane, and I kept more than enough safe distance. I did see
two cars off the road, but considering I was getting passed I can only assume
they were not being smart drivers. I did get a few nice breaks in the weather
and got some eyefuls of marshy vistas and lush foliage. I diverted to Natchez
to see some antebellum houses, though that was when the weather started getting
really bad so my tour was curbed. BUT I met two really nice people: Fred and
his daughter Myrtle, at the Natchez Visitors Center. Fred was a ranger and tour
guide and just general local history buff. And we talked for a while about
travel and the town. Now that I’ve crossed the Mississippi River, the towns are
going to get a lot more historically established. So that’ll be cool to learn
more about.
I did do a quick
tour of the William Johnson House and got my National Park stamps. I can’t help
but think of Mom in some of these gift shops, because I know she’d buy several
books at each one. There was a country veterinary anecdote book at Big Bend
National Park that I know she would have bought.
The weather
thankfully picked up as it got later in the day. Seeing the lighter patches in
the clouds in the distance is such a welcome site. I pulled into a Mississippi
rest stop and cuddled up for the night. The storms came and went, but the
lightning stayed more than 5 Mississippis in the distance.
I got outta the
rest stop at just before 8, and rolled into Memphis at 11. I parked and
strolled around. It’s a nice town, Memphis. But not exactly an early afternoon
city. I checked out Beale Street after I ruled out Graceland due to $10 for
parking and $30+ bucks for a ticket. Sorry Elvis, I’m not that big of a fan. I
got a couple pennies crushed, and checked out the Gibsons for sale in the
Gibson shop. There were factory tours, but I wasn’t planning on sticking around
so I didn’t go on one. If Dad were with me, we’d go together for sure. He’d
probably make mischief. Can’t take him to Red Lobster without him sticking his
hand in the tank!
I tried on some
hats to further confirm that I don’t really look good in hats, then I set off.
The road from
Memphis to Nashville is SO BORING OH MY GOD. It’s beautiful for about 30
minutes, but then it becomes the same kind of beautiful for 3 more hours. Nice
lush plump trees and a road gently curving around and up and down. But just on
and on. And since I took the Interstate, I didn’t get to go through any cute
little towns. Or any hollow shells of towns. Basically anything of interest. I
went through a storm, and pulled into a rest stop to wait a bit for it to pass.
Nashville had heinous traffic, and at that point in the day with all the
driving I just couldn’t be bothered to navigate it just to walk around downtown
for an hour or two, so I grabbed a smoothie and Jamba Juice, sat for a bit,
then hit the road. It was a nightmare to get out, just so much poorly
orchestrated traffic, but eventually I did and I was into Kentucky in no time
at all! 15 states down. I’ll be in Kentucky for a while because: 1) there is a
National Park here 2) there is a State Park named Big Bone Lick and 3) my
friend Dee lives here and I can crash at their place in Lexington, though they
don’t have time off work till Saturday so I’ll do the park thing first, then
show up at their place all smelly like.
But yeah, this
rest stop is nice. Has a place to sit and wall outlets. I’m charging my camera
batteries. There isn’t wifi though, and no cell reception. Oh well, can’t have
it all.
Last night, in
the stormy nightmare of Mississippi, I was thinking about how big events in my
life are only big upon later reflection and contextualization. There are a few
“dang this is big” events that I know are big as they are happening, but
largely it’s the things that I don’t think much about that come to have meaning
later. Such as Carmen telling me about this band she is forming while at
Grandma Marilyn’s memorial service. Anyway. Trying to get some shut eye in a
car that is being pounded by a thunderstorm is something that could be
described at length in sort of that on the road journey type romanticism, but
in the moment I was just like, uhg, sleep please. So I don’t really feel like
I’m being affected by this journey, but I think once I am done and go on to the
next chapter, I’ll see the changes. Myrtle told me that she thought I was brave
and that she wouldn’t be able to do it. And Shayla, one of the girls from New
Jersey, said she was too high maintenance to sleep in her car like I was. I
don’t really consider myself brave, I just think of myself as someone who does
stuff that needs to get done. And things need to get done for various reasons.
For mental health, for peace of home, for adventure, for whatever.
I remember also
when I came back from Japan, I was all about being someone that had been to
Japan. Then years later I would mention it, in college say, and people would
go, “you’ve been to Japan?” So I wonder how long will I be “hey, I drove across
America to all these state” person.
5/29/2014 7:30 am a Subway in Munfordville,
Kentucky
One of the rest
stop workers, who were always present and I wonder if they have people there on
24/7 shifts, advised me to take a coupon book. I opted to use the buy one get
one free Subway sandwich coupon, as that would give me something to eat later
in the day. I had a pretty good night sleep, in rest stop sleeping terms. I
adjusted the way I sleep back to reclining in my chair. No rain, no storm. It
looks like it’ll be a beautiful day. I’m going to try and find a beverage with
some pep in it in Munfordville and then continue on to Mammoth Caves Nationa
Park! There is a lot to do in Kentucky, and it isn’t a gigantic state. I keep
forgetting that the states in my Atlas are not to the same scale, so getting a
hang of the different distances within each place is something I need to
readjust. I need to factor in a bourbon distillery visit into my planning, but
that is just a matter of figuring out which one intersects best with my
driving.
All that rain
has really cleaned my car.
11:39 pm Dee’s apartment
Wow! Kentucky is
not a big state and is pretty easy to pop around. From Subway I went to Mammoth
Caves National Park. A free to visit, pay to go on a tour national park. I went
for the 9 pm tour, and there were oodles of people. The cave systems were not
the beautiful caves of Carlsbad, but more the worn out and mined caves of… well
caves. Still, it was fun to walk through the systems. And there were a few
tight squeezes. Two hours in total, though I spent about as long in Carlsbad
and saw so much more that made me go ooooohh, and I wasn’t even timed on a tour
for that. Anyway, it was nice but I’m in no hurry to go back. I drove on to
Bardstown and at the Heaven Hill distillery I realized I was in another time
zone! One that Mammoth Cave does not pay attention to. So I’ve lost an hour. I
went on a mini little tour thingy, which was a video, a little talk, and a
little tasting. So I got to taste a smidge of fancy Evan Williams and I got a bourbon
chocolate. I’m a fan of bourbon so it’s nice to be in a place where there are
oodles of distilleries. It’s even called the “Kentucky Bourbon Trail”. It’s my
Napa Valley! I drove on to the Maker’s Mark distillery, which was way out on
winding road that several times made me think I’d gone a wrong way. Also the
backroads of Kentucky lack pull outs and shoulders and just generally places to
stop and check maps (my phone was refusing to find a signal). But I made it
there in time to take the freebie mini tour, and we were allowed to stick our
fingers in the yeast vats and try the stuff. It wasn’t alcoholic or tasting
really like whiskey, it was more just textured yeasty…stuff. Still, the room
smelt good as a whole.
I had a helluva
time getting back to 61. So many backroads that are ambiguously named and
directioned. Did I mention the lack of pull outs and shoulders? But I did get
back to 61, and then towards Louisville, which I skipped to head north to Big
Bone Lick State Park. Ha, such a funny name! And only an hour and a half from
where I finally picked up GPS (in Elizabethtown I believe). But the camp site
was $23 a night!! Way too expensive for a tent camper. So I was about to find
another rest stop (which were nearby unlike in other states) but then I found
out my friend Dee isn’t working tomorrow and I could stay at their apartment in
Lexington tonight! YAY! And it was only an hour drive down, so extra booyah. So
I headed on down and got their at around 10.
It’s so awesome
to have a friend to stay with, and to meet someone in person who has been a pen
pal type friend for years! And to have conversation flow perfectly with no
awkward like “hey nice to see you in person” type conversation. We traded
stickers! And they have tomorrow off from work, so we’ll go do something fun.
There is a distillery in Lexington.
Oh! The street
signs in Lexington, well some of them, are illuminated! The ones on main
streets. It’s so legible. Santa Cruz could learn a thing or two.