Marching to Memphis

We drove from Atlanta to Memphis yesterday, our longest drive thus far, just shy of 400 miles. We went due north to Chattanoga on an interstate and then took state route 64 all the way across Tennessee. We cruised at 65 with hardly a car on that road, which is alternating two lane-four lane. It is also being expanded to four lane the whole way for some purpose I don't understand. A Senator must have rolled some pork. Crossed into the Central time zone and saw our first road kill armadillos of the trip. An odd animal. We reached our camp ground without taking any wrong turns, a first on the trip, and are set up in the Graceland RV Park, right next to the hallowed ground. A quick call to a local Rib joint brought a pink Cadillac to pick us up and take us to dinner. Today we will visit downtown Memphis and go to the Mudd Island display which is a mock up of the Mississippi River from the confluence of the Ohio River south. Also to check out Sun Records and Beale St., the home of the Blues. This is the first spot in a while where we don't have someone to look up. Anybody know anyone in Memphis?