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April 12, 2014Samuel Herbig

To be honest, the two or three days after Memphis were a bit rough around the edges. We really didn't work out a harmony between the two of us, and that was wearing us down.

But! Before all that we really did start out on a good note. Our breakfast on the way out of Memphis consisted of donuts. That's right, those lovely fried rings of culinary pleasure. In New York, they're all the rage and you wait in line for your cronuts. In Memphis, you just head on over to Gibson's Donuts shop (FB link!), waltz right in the door and order!

Anyway, we set out on the road towards Chattanooga. A lot of the time spent en route we tried to fit our experiences in Memphis and Nashville in words. Both of us agreed that we walked away from those couple of days musically enriched and inspired to look outside to find the unusual as it pertained to us personally.

We stopped for gas once and another time for me to get a break from the monotony of driving over flat land going 80 miles and hour. I made an ink drawing of the view from the parking lot of a small Baptist church somewhere at the end of the world Alabama. Turned out alright, I guess.

Back on the road.

It had always been the plan to get to Chattanooga and see Rock City. Problem was the weather (low cloud ceiling) as well as a lousy forecast kept us from going and put a damper on our camping plans. Overall, we found ourselves juggling a number of decisions.

We decided to sleep in a hostel/hotel and eventually went for the Crash Pad, a very cool rock climber-oriented hostel. We nixed the Rock City visit for the evening as well, and instead opted for a quieter evening on the town and then filled the night putting down our experiences in the two musical cities. It turned into a late exhausting night of haggling with technology and balancing the content of our posts (blogging is a real occupation after all!).

All along we also knew that we had to be conscious of our next stop: Columbia, SC. There we were due to visit three old friends from northern Virginia. Getting to Columbia during the week meant that we were asking them to make time for us in their schedule to accommodate our visit. To make the most of our time there, we planned to head out as early as possible.

Discussing the road ahead, we also encountered another difficulty: Whitney was getting frustrated. The past year she'd been tirelessly planning and researching the trip. As far as the prep work went, she'd been doing the lion's share of it. Now that we were on the road, it started to become burdensome, that keeping the schedule and paying attention to the budget continued to fall to her.

The problem became: Whitney wasn't having any fun.

When you want to be on a road trip, and you want to be on it for three months, you wanna do something about that. No time did this become clearer to me, then when we set out on Wednesday to find a place to do some drawings of Chattanooga before leaving town. While I'd had an, in my mind, pretty uncomplicated idea of driving up and down a street or two to find a spot to draw, Whitney felt left out. Sharing the experience of creating art together had been an integral part of planning the trip and by organizing the things I needed to do my art, without considering what Whitney needed to participate, obviously caused friction. That's friction neither of us wanted, but we had to deal with it, that much was clear.

After some discussion, neither of us drew a thing, and that's about the worst outcome for me. We got in the car and left Chattanooga. To me, it's about creating something together, and when I end up in the way of that, that's when I'm really starting to pay attention.

Thusly, we've got no pictures or drawings to show for from Chattanooga. That's not to talk any shit about it. I actually thought, it was quite a nice town. In the end we just basically treated it as a rest stop on our way. Sorry!

The road didn't have anything in particular to offer. The flat landscape had turned more hilly and the ground was noticeably sandy and we started to see more pine trees and tall grasses as we approached Columbia. I'll mention that we passed through Atlanta and that we stopped in a town called Greensboro (Georgia, not North Carolina) for lunch at Yesterday Cafe.

All in all, after a few turbulent days, we were both happy to be on the road to see some good old friends. Here, have a few road pictures:

categories Drive
tags Chattanooga, Art, Mississippi, Alabama, Tennessee

The land of the Delta Blues in the middle of the pouring rain

April 09, 2014Whitney Lea

My dad had big dreams for our short stint in Memphis so we left Nashville on Saturday night so we could spring into action in the morning. We woke up on April 6 in a Super 8 outside of the city. Sam had his first experience with Waffle House ("the Starbucks of the South" as I like to call it) and soon we were on our way to Graceland.

Now, my mom and dad never played Elvis when I was growing up but I still knew who he was and could list a few songs of his by the time I was in kindergarten. As I grew older I started to appreciate him a little more but I don't own an Elvis album or anything. So I was looking at a Graceland tour as more of an "American experience" rather than visiting a key musical milestone (this is the way Sam views visiting Disney World).

So we drove to Graceland and it sure came up quick! We saw a disappointingly bland looking Heartbreak Hotel (I am a total sucker for kitch and had hoped heartbreak hotel would be doing it up) and were suddenly staring at the nose of a jet. We made it to Graceland 8 minutes after if opened but the lot already had at least 50 cars in it. We got our super fancy all-access tickets and headed to a shuttle bus. There was a photo op on the way and we decided to make very disappointed faces and if it hadn't cost $25 for a copy you can bet we'd be posting one right here.

So we load into the bus and strap on our audio guides so we could learn how to press play and pause and what not. We also learned that Elvis bought Graceland when he was 22 (I suddenly had nesting-envy) as we drive across the street and up the driveway.

We arrived, were given a "no flash photos, no turning back on the tour so take your time going through the house" speech. At this moment my experience began to differ wildly from that of my family.

Elvis had amazing taste in interior decorating. I would love to have a house that has such punchy colors and strong textures. I loved it all. My family used terms like "wild" and "WEIRD" while shaking their heads and giggling. Sam expressed that he would have reconsidered asking me to marry him if he thought I would decorate our house like Graceland. That's his loss! We can paint everything taupe for the sake if the marriage.

Anyway, I left Graceland an Elvis fan and we drove deeper into Memphis to catch lunch and check out Sun Studio.

Rather than McDonald's, we opted for local fast food, Tops BBQ.

Such BBQ! So wow! Much stuff in the way of camera!

We headed on to Sun Studio, the birthplace of rock and roll. En route, a gentleman in traffic handed us a "Memphis Music" bumper sticker across the lane. Thanks kind stranger for the shwag. It currently resides on the dash in front Leilani (our hula girl). For a few minutes or so it seemed like we wouldn't get a tour before we needed to bring my dad and Cheryl to the airport, but then a big group didn't come in so we made it by the skin of our teeth. Sam was outside taking these photos so he missed out on the scarcity complex that was going on.

The studio tour was the most entertaining and informative tour I think I had ever had and it was the icing on the musical appreciation cake that my dad had been cooking up for us throughout the weekend. I would say it is a don't-miss for anyone going to Memphis.

We were short for time before my dad and Cheryl's flight, so on the way to the airport we drove past the Lorraine motel and new civil rights museum (someplace I would love to tour if we had the chance) and then took a bridge over the Mississippi into Arkansas just to say we saw the river, though we'll see it at least twice more on this trip.

After we said goodbye at the airport we headed to the Pilgrim House hostel. It was the only hostel in Memphis and their rates were great, but I was nervous that they were located in a church. It turned out to be a really cozy place with tons of room and it felt pretty organized. They ask that guests perform a small chore while they are there and ours was to sweep their stairs. Sam totally rocked it and at the end it was clear he had done the most thorough sweeping those stairs had ever seen.

I finally got to try ribs at Central BBQ before we headed to a cold, wet, and rainy Beale St. We heard a blues cover band and a 17 piece big brass band before calling it a night. Whew! Memphis sure was great.

Random Statistics from our time in Tennessee:

Whitney's preferred rib style: dry rub with the sauce on the side.
Number of TN businesses that mentioned the Fire Marshall: 5, apparently, they're very strict with enforcing fire code.
Rough number of hours Sam has listened to country music prior to the road trip: 20
Rough number of hours Sam has listened to country music since the start of the road trip: 36
Rough number of TN traffic fatalities (this year): about 200, makes you wonder why you see so many people crossing five lane roadways against the light or why there are no sidewalks.

categories Exploring
tags Tennessee, Live Music, Memphis, BBQ, Sun Studio, Elvis, Graceland

NASHVILLE

April 08, 2014Samuel Herbig

Day One

Before we get on with this Nashville post, I'd like to say two things:

I had no idea what to expect in Nashville
Most pictures are cellphone pictures*

After the debacle of the morning, we did what we could to make up. By the time we got to Nashville, everyone was hungry so we headed to Arnold's Meat & 3 (FB link!). It's working class food with a James Beard award! It's basically all in the title: you get in line (with politicians and secret service detail, if available... which it was!) pick out your meat and three sides. Then you shut up and eat that deliciousness. Amongst the four we ended up with chicken, meat loaf, roast beef and chicken & dumplings. Those were the meats, I forget all the sides. Man it was good!

Not the name of the newest Nashville sensation

Right after we headed for the center of Nashville (a tour at the Ryman Auditorium was the goal). So we park the car and start to walk...

Turning the corner onto Broadway, I would have to lie to say that I wasn't disappointed. It was clean, polished and the sidewalks were packed with tourists. In retrospect, I am not sure exactly what I expected but it just seemed like an overhyped dog and pony show.

Ryman Auditorium was closing early that day, so we couldn't get in for a tour. Luckily for us, Cheryl had a destination of her on in her back pocket, so off to Cheekwood Gardens we went.

Note from Whit: On the way there we had a debate about how a fancy estate could possibly be named Cheekwood. Sam went with the literal approach, that a person with the last name Cheek and a person with the last name Wood got married and built an estate. When we got to the gates we asked the guard and, as if it were a punchline from a German TV show (one where you say to yourself, "Really? This is it? Well okay, I'll laugh."), Sam was right. Simple pictures are best, as the saying goes.

Going to Cheekwood turned out to compliment our visit nicely. The weather was getting better as the afternoon wore on and though not all the flowers were out yet we spent two very nice hours inside (Art Museum) and out. There are two particularly noteworthy events that took place while we were wandering the gardens. One, Bob was unequivocally proven correct on his assertion that the magenta flowering bushes were called "redbud's" (wiki link).

You were right, we were wrong!

Two, the wonderful TRAINS! model train set. We only got to see Percy, but I'm pretty sure that aside from the tulips, this is where we cumulatively took the most pictures.

Ready for a rest after the hours spent on our feet, we returned to the hotel to catch some zzz's and freshen up, before heading over to Fido's for dinner. To be honest, that whole stretch of 21st Avenue looked to be pretty hopping and I really wouldn't have minded checking it out some more, but man time was tight! There I was, thinking that three months was just this endless amount of time to spend on the road, but here I am on day #6 and I can barely keep up!

After dinner came what I now recognize as the highlight of the trip. Bob as the musician amongst us had really wanted to take us out to Nashville and Memphis for it's live music. To get a taste of that, he took us to Bluebird Cafe. We went there with four people and one ticket, hoping that we would be able to snag three more tickets from no-shows.

Over an hour and a half before the show started we were only the 2nd, 3rd and 4th persons entering the "hope" line. As the start of the show time drew nearer the ticket line grew longer and longer letting our hearts sink. Finally the door opened, however, and in the end all of us got in!

Inside four singer/songwriters sat in a circle, each with a guitar. The audience was seated around tables around them. Throughout the show each of musicians would play one of their songs, while the others listened or joined in.

That's the technical description of what happened. On a more personal, perhaps emotional level I can't say that I can remember feeling more involved in a show. I can't remember who the musicians were or what songs they played. I can barely remember songs melodies, let alone song names, lyrics or artists names (Whitney can attest to this: we watched about ten Disney movies in preparation for the Disney Land because I had no idea what "Never Never Land" was). Yet, I felt so deeply touched hearing these songs in such a direct and unfiltered way. I was amazed by their ability to tell relatable stories I'd never heard. It was exhausting, but in the best of ways.

We slept well.

Day Two

First thing on our second day in Nashville was the Country Music Hall of Fame (and the attached Museum). Part of the tour was a visit to the legendary RCA Victor Studio B, the studio where Elvis ended up recording most of his albums.

At the end of our visit we stopped by Hatch Show Print, one of the oldest poster print shops in America. They had a whole wall full of wood blocks and cases after cases of lead type. We couldn't actually go into the room where the printing was being done, but just seeing all the awesome printing presses and posters and flyers they were putting out made Whitney and I all nostalgic for print-making (see our Wedding Invites!). It was really inspiring.

Back out on the street we walked across the Shelby Pedestrian bridge to get some fresh air, before we poked our noses into the Ryman Auditorium for a self guided tour. The original home of the Grand Ole Opry is a gorgeous space that is perfectly suited for a good view and great sound. As we walked through, roadies were setting the stage for Weezer to perform that night and a women's college a cappella group stood on risers in front of the stage for a picture. After the photo the broke into a lovely rendition of the national anthem and I managed to record a few bars for my Nashville sound mash-up.

After the end of the day we ventured out on Broadway again. I was still weary from my first exposure to Nashville's main drag, but I brought my camera this time, for protection! We ended up at Robert's, a fabulously run down joint with some awesome country music.

Then everyone climbed into the Omimobile, hugged their knees to their chests and we set off for Memphis!

*In an effort to retain your interest we went through and enhanced every single last cellphone picture in this post. You read that right: We tilt shifted, sepiad, cross processed and bleach bypassed the hell out of these bad boys!

categories Exploring
tags Nashville, Tennessee, Music

Interlude: The Road to Nashville

April 07, 2014Samuel Herbig

Day VI (4/4/2014): This morning we did really well. It was still dark out when we woke up. Like a pair of clumsy Indians we broke camp. Indians, because we did it quietly, almost stealthily; and clumsy if we were held to their standards.

We got on the road to Nashville where we were to rendezvous with Whitney's dad, Bob and his girlfriend, Cheryl, at the airport (but more to that later) and on our way down from the mountain we actually got to see a beautiful sunrise.

Back in the car Whitney said, "Well now we can at least say that we saw one sun rise". I said, " I'm sure we're going to see at least eight or ten more." We're currently reconciling our expectations.

We stopped for breakfast at a Flapjack Cabin in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Breakfast was nice. You know, nothing special: eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. (Whit interjecting here... Sam forgot the flapjacks in this food list). Special was the drive down Gatlinburg's main road, Parkway.

Imagine the buildings and businesses to the left and right of Parkway as a sort of an amusement park. There's a "Space Needle", theme restaurants and log cabins that house souvenir shops. Advertising these attractions are almost two story tall (!) neon lights and wood carved signs. All of this along the narrow Parkway, nestled into a somewhat claustrophobic seeming little valley at the doorstep of Smoky Mountain National Park. Now remember, we just had breakfast, so it's about 7:30am so we're driving through this bizarre amusement glimmering and glitzy ghost town.
On our trip to Nashville we left the Eastern Standard Timezone for the first time, which brings us back to the Bob & Cheryl rendezvous part of the story. You see, when Whitney texted her dad that we were on the way to pick him up he pointed out that we both were gaining an hour. He followed up with:

Find some unchartered miracle on the way :)

Without examining the facts too closely, we pulled off I-40 and made our way up a small, windy road following a whim to get to a vantage point and signs pointing to Cumberland Trail State Park. We didn't find a vantage point, which was a bit disappointing, but we did find the remains of a settlement and these gorgeous rock formations. I took a whole lot of pictures (and a 360° panorama which didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped), so I'll just leave these here for you to peruse.

Views: Cumberland County, TN by Samuel Herbig

Unfortunately for Bob and Cheryl, our combined time calculations failed completely. We were now a half hour plus the one hour exploration of our "unchartered miracle" late to our rendezvous point. NASA take note: if anyone's trying to pass on our resumes, don't bite. We're most likely going to send your interstellar probes to Lake George.

See you in Nashville!

categories Exploring
tags Drive, Hike, Cumberland Trail State Park, Tennessee

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