We had a lovely drive today. Zero complaints. No traffic, no construction, no wrecks, no fighting. We started out nice and early and made it through Nashville between any sort of rush hours.
Traveling with Loren is like traveling with a small child that I have to keep entertained. I am happy listening to music the whole way. He has to be actively engaged in something. He has his Game Boy and we listen to pod casts. He discovered a new activity today. Our new GPS, Turkleton, allows drivers to report all sorts of road hazards so that other travelers will be warned. Anything from cops to something in the road to disabled vehicles. Oh, but there is more. If someone is driving like a jerk, that can be noted as well. The app allows for a picture to be taken of the vehicle and a statement of their unsafe behaviors to be submitted. So now, Loren carefully watched the roads and would threaten (not that they could hear him, but...) to tattle if they kept driving like maniacs. One guy in a blue Jeep was so crazy that Loren could not even get a picture. However, Karma got this man. We later passed him stopped with two cop cars behind his vehicle and the man with his hands cuffed behind his back. Sucks to be him.
We were somewhere between Nashville and Memphis when we saw signs for a town called Hurricane Mills. That name rung a bell, but we were not sure why. We then saw signs saying "Loretta Lynn's Hurricane Mills" and we remembered! Ghost Adventures had been here to investigate her haunted plantation home. Since we had already been on the road for 7 hours, we decided to stop for the night...if the hotel would have us. They let us in early and we started to plan our investigation. Sadly, there are no night time tours. It was already past time for the last plantation house tour and we were not really interested in the various other museums and buildings. We decided to wait and check it all out in the morning. While researching, I learned that Loretta Lynn owns this entire small town.
We had a great meal at a place called the Log Cabin. It was southern home cooking and has been in this town for a hundred years. The side options were any delicious veggie you could imagine. I had pot roast and Loren had a steak. We plan to take a plantation tour tomorrow and then head closer to home...unless something else grabs us and wants us to visit. As always, stay tuned!
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