Mon 23 July – 4441 steps
Song: Cotton fields by CCR (and others)
We decided we were saturated with the music history of Memphis and headed off to Nashville for the next dose. Tennesee has various scenic road trip routes.
We followed the Cotton Junction trail. The landscapes were pretty and the houses were interesting. There was a lot of cotton!
We were starving, but the first recommended place, Gus’s World Famous Fried chicken had so many cars outside we decided we could wait for Brownsville and the recommended barbecue joint.
We got to Brownsville, drove around the square and past the 100-foot metal sculpture by Billy Tripp. We did not bother stopping. Not saying it is not art, but it did not work for me. When we arrived at the BBQ it looked like a run down shack with no cars outside. It was a lovely day so we decide to get a takeaway and find a picnic spot. The owner, Helen, is one of only a few female pit-cooks and she has been running the shop for 20 years. She hasn’t done much with the decor but her food was excellent. By the time I left people were queuing up to the door for their orders.
It was getting late and we had found no suitable place for our picnic, so we decided to stop at a shop, have a quick bite and then have the bbq for supper. We stopped at The Old Country Store just outside Jackson. Little did we know they serve a full southern buffet for about $12 per person. There were salads, breads, soups, fried chicken, fried catfish, chicken casserole, beef stew, veggies and that is just what I remember. I enquired about a crock pot of white soup/stew and the chef looked at me as if i were crazy, “Chicken and dumplings?” Oh and peach or berry cobbler for dessert. We ate and ate and ate. BBQ was going to have to wait till tomorrow.
The traffic on the Nashville highways was quite hectic and the interchanges are very confusing. We did a few detours before we finally arrived at our RV park. The RV sales company next door was flying the largest flag I have seen to date.
Smile of the day: Americans, their flags and their RV holidays:
What I learnt: KFC is not the best southern fried chicken I have eaten.
Kim's journey 