Full Circle - Nashville Back to Memphis

There was a familiar figure in the breakfast room at our Nashville Hotel, so I popped over to say goodbye before we braved the rain for our drive back to Memphis. I don't think he wanted us to leave, I'm sure he's crying - unless that's because of the pain caused by laying that square egg thing!

It was a bit scary on the motorway going out of the city, as the rain came down like stair rods & a couple of inches of water lay on the roads. In fact, we've renamed it Lashville, 'cos it was always lashing down - geddit!

The torrent gradually subsided & eventually stopped, as we took the Natchez Trace Parkway for around a hundred miles or so, en-route to Tupelo.
The Natchez originated as a migratory route of herds of bison, as they made their way to feeding pastures. Indians 'traced' the bison's path, & it eventually became a route used by settlers. Today, it's a history trail, with many information points & markers along it's length. I also think it's a secret, as we hardly saw another vehicle for the whole hundred miles we were on it.


The King & I