Driving from Plattsburgh, NY to Memphis, Tennessee
It’s been an unusual week of travel for us as we’ve had a lot of what we call “travel days” which throws us out of our routine. But we are back on track exploring the outdoors and the city. Two things I like to do as I love the quiet of nature coupled with my "city fix"!
After leaving our friend Kallene who put us up for a night when we landed in Plattsburgh, New York, we drove straight to Pennsylvania to visit with our friends Francisco and Miranda and their two girls Isabella and Sophia. Brent has known Francisco from his early Judo days in Toronto and it was great seeing the family again. It was a quick overnight visit followed by another day of travelling to Virginia to catch up with Mike and Kasey, friends since Brent’s McGill days in university.
We couldn’t have been more thankful to see everyone. I love being on the road and meeting new people but sometimes I just need the comfort of people I know; people who cook me dinner and offer me bathtubs.
As we got back on the road, our first major stop was New River Gorge in West Virginia, upon the recommendation of Mike. If you ever get to this area, I highly recommend staying for a few days as there is so much to do in this area including hiking, biking, rafting and rock climbing.
We biked to Longpoint that overlooks the Gorge and the New River Bridge; the longest arched bridge in North America. It was spectacular! We also drove the gorge which gave a totally different perspective and an opportunity to take in the breathtaking scenery, especially in the Fall! I even tried to get on a Bridge Walk but couldn’t get on a tour - the downfall of not preplanning. Apparently, the walk underneath the bridge is the same path the maintenance crews use. Honestly, I couldn’t get enough of this bridge! You can see everything on our YouTube channel New River Gorge
After leaving West Virginia, we high-tailed it to Nashville, Tennessee where we spent three nights. We’d been travelling non-stop for a few weeks, so it was nice to be somewhere for a few nights, although Nashville kept us going. It isn’t called the Bachelorette Capital for nothing!
The first stop was the obligatory Grand Ole Opry, but only for a photo as neither Brent nor I are big on Country and Western so we had no interest in a backstage tour or going to a concert. Instead, we hit Broadway that night and she didn’t disappoint. Picture controlled chaos in the streets, although I’m sure “controlled” might be an exaggeration at the height of tourist season. All the bars have music on each floor, including the rooftop patios and a smattering of classics come from those playing on the streets too. Although most are cover bands, you can feel the history of the place. I think it’s a cross between New Orleans for the music and food, and Las Vegas for the over the top glitz and tackiness. Be prepared.
The next day, we had lunch at Arnolds, a staple in the community. If you do your research, there are a few gems to visit for the “Hot Chicken” and/or “Meat and Three”. Just scour the internet or binge watch Anthony Bourdain’s “Parts Unknown” for suggestions. As an aside, I miss watching Bourdain. For all other fans, let me recommend “Bourdain: The Definitive Oral Biography by Laurie Woolever. Listen to it on Audible for a true account of the man from friends and family.
After a quick bite, we took a guided tour of the city. Normally, we take a hop on/off bus tour when we go to an unknown city, but this time we took an electric golf cart accompanied by Adam, our guide. We booked through Joyride. It was great fun and wholly educational. Moving through the streets and looking beyond the tourist attractions, you can see the real Nashville. The Nashville that is so rich in culture and history. Nashville, just like any city has it’s fair share of beauty and challenges.
The next day, we went back to the farmer’s market and spent time in the Bicentennial Capital Mall reading the entire chronological history of Tennessee on the surrounding granite wall and listening to the 95-Bell Carillon. It was a perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
A quick dinner was eaten at the Assembly Hall located at Fifth and Broadway, followed by dessert at the Legendairy Milkshake Bar. Although stupid costly, it was a fun treat. These are not your average McDonald’s shakes (although quite delicious too), but thoughtfully prepared works of art. Think of it as an experience my friends!
After three days in Nashville, it was time to drive south to Memphis. In between these two cities, we spent one night at Mesa Trail Alpacas Farm, part of the Harvest Host program. This was our second Harvest Host stay and I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but I'm now in love with Alpacas! I know they can be asses at times, but the ones at the farm were so gentle and curious. The owners were so sweet and gave us a proper tour of the farm. Before going to bed, I spent an hour taking photos of my new loves as the sun went down. I was in my glory and did I ever sleep well that night.
In the morning, we said our goodbyes to our new friends and drove all day to get to Memphis. We were going to spend two nights in the area, but left after the first night for a couple of reasons. First, the campground was way to close to the highway so I didn't sleep and secondly, Brent wasn't feeling well.
Regardless, Memphis didn’t sit right with me. All these years, I pictured it to be quaint and vibrant. Instead, it’s pretty seedy. The legendary Beale Street was depressing. Given that it was a Monday night, I get that it was probably slower than a weekend. That being said, it was still sad. It had a desperation to it as the band members would harken for passing visitors to come inside. Coupled that with the obvious homeless issue, gave the whole scene an edge.
In the end, we missed seeing Graceland, but I’m still sleeping at night, so I guess it was no big loss. The attraction I did want to see was the National Civil Rights Museum. Apparently, it’s fantastic but unfortunately it’s closed on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, the two days we were in town.
Again, preplanning these little adventures would be wise if you are one to be really distraught about not seeing something in the area you are visiting. Obviously, I’m not! Life is too short to worry!
The redeeming factor of Memphis was going to the Historic Peabody Hotel to have a cocktail in the lounge and watch the famous duck walk. Since the '40s, the hotel ducks wow guests as they make their way to and from the fountain to their $200, 000 marble penthouse. The story is on the linked website.
Next Stop - Texas!
