Okay, I seriously think it was colder than that. I am going to check that out. The next night I know it was at 18, cause I saw a thermometer, and the first night felt much worse.
Let's see, briefs from my swift trip south. I entered Christian County, in Tennesee, I think, and the first thing I saw was 4H liquor. Better way to earn money than selling cookies, I suppose. That was followed quickly by the Paradise club, and three other liquor stores.
I have a new favorite road. I have driven some fabulous ones on this trip, but none have ever rivaled 35 in California. Well, this one did. Shit, I forgot what road it was. 48, I think, also in Tennesee. It ran by a river for part of the way, along the railroad tracks for another part, passing mansions, and trailers, and shacks with hubcaps and confederate flags. Great trees casting shadows on a perfectly sloped road, with curves that felt great at about 50. I have never wanted a motorcycle worse.
I miss the snow. It flurried across the road, like fog from a giant's perspective, and draped itself over the christmas lights decorating the mansions along Mississippi River Road. And the icicles that dripped from the falls were insane. There was one huge one outside the hostel in Minneapolis that must have been about 5 feet long. I wanted to pose with it, using it like a sword, but I was too slow.
Time is out, and I have no more dollars. More about the south later. Fun, great accents, crazy driving.