Day 11
Thurs 5th July Mid Tennessee
Good fried twinky dump and a shave. Sat in the virtual tent writing up these notes. Somehow had no time to keep a record except in my head. Good to get it down before it gets jumbled together. Some people have asked for a journal so I must get it online and start a routine. Rednecks with hangovers packing up around us, Lisa making curry, the ultimate cooker test.
Trying not to rock the boat too much we are startled by the curry pan thinking its a knock on the door. Fresh watermelon. Idyllic lunch near another primitive park around the lake - no hookups to electricity or water. We will get to that soon enough. Decide private RV parks have nothing to offer we need and that state parks are cheaper and closer to natural.
Keep seeing faces in everything. Went back to the now empty lakeside swimming area and dared a dip keeping an eye on the truck holding all our valuables (minus the electronics I lugged to the waters edge). Lisa drove for the first time. Its a mental block because the truck is so big and clumsy but really its just a slow strong car with a crappy lock. Met Aaron the old guy who missed his chance to work his own cotton field in Texas in the 60’s because his wife wouldnt go.
Here with his cowboy grand and great grand children and boats and trucks. They call him PopPop and her MeeMaw and completely ignore me. Rain falls. Piece of tooth worked its way out of my newly root canalled gum. Pain subsided to a numb ache. Plotting a course for Memphis tomorrow come what may.