29-May & 30-May, Friday and Saturday
Just a quick note about driving down to Tennessee – it wasn’t really anything especially unique, except for the sheer length of the driving that I did in two consecutive days. But… you know, that’s kind of part and parcel for a cross country road trip, right?
Friday, 29-May-2015
- After leaving Connecticut, I drive far… very far for a single day. Just about 500miles, over the course of 10 hours.
- I take a mid-length stop once to check on the car’s front bumper and do some quick repairs. Nothing major, just some extra stuff to hold everything where it should be. A cool old dude gives me a quick hand and some advice, & I take some time to do a bit of staff spinning to stretch my muscles.
- The place I reserved? Excellent campground, though I was a bit worried about bottoming the Mustang out on the trail in. But the site is glorious – directly on the James river with a full secluded campsite just for me. I’d love to bring a group down here and do some canoeing and kayaking sometime…
- Set up camp, make myself a simple dinner, chill, and head to sleep.
Saturday, 30-May-2015
- I’ve got a long day of driving, but I let myself wake up slowly… even go for a swim before breakfast.
- Then, I actually make breakfast… followed by quickly breaking down camp, and moving out!
- DRIVE! The miles go a lot quicker this time, versus the day before, since I’m not really making any major stops.
- First thing I do when I get into Chattanooga – I hit an outdoors store called Rock/Creek to get myself a real guide book… but the mission is a failure, since they don’t have one. But they do have a lot of awesome info, a guide to another area, and an impressively tall sales girl in an impressively tiny dress. So I count the trip as a success, overall.
- Quick stop at Whole Foods to get some groceries… this is where all the redheads live. What. Why are there more redheads in Tennessee than there are in Boston?
- Head into the campsite & set everything up… But this is NOT like the site from the day before. This is a true RV park. We’re talking gravel everywhere, tiny sites, and huge RVs all around me. Balls. Whatever. Can’t change it, so I’ll set up and be the cool kid in the tent.