Would our weekend be bookended by inferior fowl?
Two of us woke around sunrise (one of “us” would not be the 20-something) and walked CTF around Fort Nashboro, the log-cabin outpost park and foundational site of Nashville that lies along the Cumberland River. A lovely morning walk, though Nashville might want to step up and better manage the many overnight dwellers we encountered.
Fun Fact. Once named French Lick, it was the post at which traders came to sell their buckskins. Each buckskin was worth $1 (in its time); and that is how a “Buck” became equivalent to a dollar!
As a chaser to our recent outstanding Kentucky road trip, and despite my disdain for I-40, a city break in Music City, U.S.A. was penciled in for mid-June. A luxury Airbnb steps from Honky Tonk Row was booked for the full tourist experience. The Thule was loaded and off we set.
It’s festival season once more!
Breakfast was a hybrid of the previous hotels: all the usual suspects were available, with the breakfast staff plating the foods, ostensibly to keep people from clustering around the hot bars. Instead, people clustered near the hot bars waiting for their breakfast to be plated.
Breakfast, as the desk clerk rather enthusiastically informed us the following morning, was “Back to Normal!” We and a number of German-speaking tech workers in town for some reason filled the breakfast room, the staff quite excited to offer fresh whipped cream to everyone preparing a “Flip Waffle.” The waffle was a first for Anna Grace; she declared it worthy of its praise.
If you had, “Birthplace of American Astronomy” and “Birthplace of American Vertebrate Paleontology” on your road trip BINGO card, congratulations!