West Virginia-Virginia state line
New River Gorge Bridge, West Virginia
Sideling Hill, Maryland
Sideling Hill, Maryland
I need to get better about spellchecking my posts - haven't done too well with that recently. I suppose after an extended period of time in the car, my brain does not actually function correctly...which is sad, because spelling errors are one of my personal pet-peeves. Lame, I know.
Extended periods of time in the car also led to this comment 10 seconds ago:
"You're acting retarded!"
....thanks Mom. It's actually called hyper and sleep-deprived for future reference. :P
On a more serious note...
We left Cookeville, TN this morning around 9:00 a.m. and drove on to Murfreesboro, TN to the Stones River National Historic Battlefield. One of the bloodiest battles of the Civil War was fought there. In fact, my great-great-great grandfather, Samuel Holmes, fought in that battle and survived. He died a few years later from an unrelated injury. We were able to visit his grave in the cemetery adjacent to the battlefield. Mom had been there before, but wanted to stop so she could show me this little bit of family history. Mom is obsessed with genealogy...but I have to say it's more of her interest, less of mine.
We drove and drove and drove some more....slowly making our way to Memphis (we only passed by Nashville, didn't actually go downtown). Had we gotten up and out earlier (oh c'mon, it's vacation...who does that?) we would have been able to enter Graceland, where Elvis Presley lived. Instead, we arrived at the gates of Graceland 30 minutes too late for entry. C'est la vie.
We still did not miss the chance to take pictures in front of the "Graceland" sign. I quickly laced up my pointe shoes, after Mom complained that it takes me forever to put them on (hyperbole? maybe, maybe not) and danced in front of the sign. I could tell Mom was a little embarrassed about me putting on ballet shoes and dancing in front of a sign beside a busy Memphis main street. My response was one that I acquired while in Italy. We don't know anyone and we're never going to see them again. I don't care what people think. Sadly that does not hold true to my hometown or Ithaca, although I am working on incorporating the "Why-should-I-always-care-what-other-people-think?" attitude into my everyday life.
Tennessee was beautiful. I was sweetly surprised. :) We're now just over the border into Arkansas. I think we're going to go hit Hot Springs tomorrow - Mom and Granny mentioned something about me needing to dance in/near the water. Not sure I care to prance around in my bikini in front of them....little too embarrassing.
My patience is starting to wear thin, but thankfully each morning I wake up with a renewed source of it. Sleep solves most everything. :)
~ Katie
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