Day 9
Tues 3rd July Eastern Tennessee
This internet broadband only functions well alongside major routes but even so it takes 2 hours to upload 170 photos after stupid software makes me process them individually. Just like being back at work. I dont miss it at all. Sewage pipe springs great arcs of fluid as I pull the the valves on our stored liquids. Put our clothes back on and headed out through the back roads to the main road south past the George Dickel and Jack Daniels distilleries. Missed both turnings and realised we didnt care enough about icon tourism to turn back.
Very hot day. Screeched to a halt passing RV sales park to buy shiny new 10 ft sewer hose and adapters from large, sweaty Tennesseean. Getting a lot of pleasure from the countryside especially as we seldom drive over 50 mph and still often do 30. Windows full open, elbows out, leaning back. Pushed on through Manchester to Davy Crocket State Park, guilty for spending 2 expensive days going nowhere. We have to get used to the idea we have no destination but it is very hard to disengage that purpose. So we are still making for California even though George is leaving for England today. At this rate he will be back before we get there anyway.
Took a long walk around the park to build up some leg strength, seeing wild turkey, semi tame deer, fish and geese going about their evening routine. Walked down to the tiny waterfall by Davy’s creek where his businesses and his fortune were swept away by a flash flood sending him off first to DC and then to the Alamo. Watched 3 potbellied men in shorts and a potbellied women in a sodden dress playing and yelling with small thin children in the water. Overtaken by an intensely fit 80 year old professional jogger. Forgot to take camera - too far to do it again for posterity.