We debated staying a few nights in Memphis and Nashville and taking in the sights. But, in the end, we decided to stay another day in Fairfield Bay, Arkansas and then just push through Tennessee to get to our new home in North Carolina with minimal hotels stays. We stopped at the visitor center in Memphis for area maps and saw monuments for the three heroes of Memphis: Elvis, B.B. King, and Bass Pro Shops.
Rolling down from the Ozarks, we came to the plains of Tennessee. Cruising along the interstate, we saw farmland, low rolling hills, and forests of pines and leafless deciduous trees. The scenery reminded us of early October in Northern Minnesota or Wisconsin, complete with the occasional herd of cows out grazing.
We stopped for the night in Nashville. On a recommendation, we went to a nearby restaurant for some good ol’ Southern BBQ but were disappointed by what appeared to be a pile of soggy pork from a slow cooker. Good flavor but certainly not the tangy, smoky ribs we were imagining. Our hotel was nondescript, although the biscuits and gravy they served for breakfast was pretty good. More regrets at not having the time to explore a city with such rich history and culture.
Back on the road again the next day, we start climbing the Appalachians. These were much taller than the Ozarks and offered spectacular views of peaks and valleys. Crossing into North Carolina, Gypsy’s GPS directed us around Asheville and south to our destination, Lake Lure. From the nice wide interstate, we are led to a road that is just barely 2 lanes wide and twists and turns through mountain passes and tiny towns. Every bit as “fun” as the roads in Fairfield Bay and only 25 miles of this road to get to our first home in North Carolina.