Larro, I was thinking about that, and was going to take a light windbreaker with me. thanks for the reminder.
Had a nice dinner at Cracker Barrel down the street, never been in one, steak was good, big salad was good, and half the baked potato was good. I believe that potato weighed in at about two pounds...
Funny, the dinner almost didn't happen. The place says country store. I didn't know, so I poke my head in and here's a retail store filled with tourist stuff. Went back to the car, turned on the gps again, went to restaurants, and yup, Cracker Barrel, 100 feet. Now feeling rather foolish but having watched many folk walk in/waddle in, I just knew there had to be more than a store there. Plus it smelled good outside. This time I headed to the rear of the store and of course there was the restaurant. Food was decent, steak potato and salad, and it was all fine. Came too fast, only half way done my salad, but that's how they operate, turn that table and keep it spinning. I left fully satisfied. Besides, I had a gift certificate and it was sure appreciated.
This area sure missed out on sign ordinances. The next town over has this horrible looking merchant strip with ginormous signs, competing huge American flags, and it just looks awful, plus the traffic was bad. I cut my exploration short, but I was there picking up my prescriptions at CVS. That was clearly not the nice road out of town. Need to try a different direction. It was as if every store knew huge volumes of tourists would arrive so they all compete for visual dominance over the next gaudy sign. We've all seen it, but apparently "good taste" is not in the dictionary here when it comes to architecture and community planning. At least down here in tourist trap city near Opryland. I'm sure I will find the nice area tomorrow. And I have that car museum to go find.
I was going to run the breadmaker tonight but after that big meal I'm just a slug, albeit a contented one. Think I'll watch a movie. I'm way back in a quiet part of this huge rv park so thankfully no car noise, no trains, and even better, no little yapping dogs barking away because they've been left in the trailer all day while mom and pop go sightsee.
While I was washing the rv yesterday, for over an hour two dogs in the trailer next to me yapped and carried on like they were being tortured, just because they could see me through the windows. Boy I wanted to turn the hose on them, or at least at their window, but I was good. What a racket they made. But not here.
Excuse me, I just saw Elvis and I have to run and get his autograph.:dance1: