Our post today comes to you from historic New Harmony, home of the Harmonites, amongst others. Angel Gabriel himself once touched down here, intent on destroying the world. But he saw the loveliness around him, his heart softened, and doomsday was averted. He left his footprints behind, in a large stone that looks suspiciously like the cement outside the Chinese Theater. The stone is in a private yard, but, armed with a little bit of local knowledge, I was able to peek in and see them from afar.
Yesterday was not so good a day. I woke up, determined to head south, based on a somewhat fuzzy decision I had made late the night before. I set out early, cruised, hit a library, sat for a while, cruised some more, and then looked at a map. And realized I was hundreds of miles away from anything I actually wanted to see.
With time running out on me, this was not okay. I got fed up with myself, and super cranky. All this was fixed by a little truckstop dinner, and a couple of hours of bonding with my maps. I now have a serious itinerary, I mean road by road, town by town, from here to home.
I know, I have yelled loudly about the dangers of planning. My favorite way to drive is with no maps and no destination, taking whatever road looks good. That worked fine for the beginning of the trip. But my mind is needing some order now. Without a destination, my brain screams, "I wanna go home!" I say, "But look at that pretty-", it goes, "NOW!" So I humored it. And boy, does it feel good. I know exactly where I am going to be tomorrow. And I don't mind, because that place is Memphis.
That's right, baby, Graceland. In Memphis, Tennessee. I'm going to Graceland, Graceland. I think that is why I headed south. I knew, subconsciously, that I had to go to Graceland before coming home, so that's where my wheels took me. I can deal with that.
Besides Graceland, Memphis is home to the Pink Palace, a Piggly-Wiggly museum, and the Peabody Hotel duck parade every evening at 5. Oh yes, there is something to be said for planning. I do miss my old way of travel. Up until this point, I would completely turn a state inside out before I left, poking in every corner, until I was satisfied (except for Nevada, but we're not going to go there). Now I am zipping in and out of states, looping back, veering off... I think I've hit 5 states in the past week. My last shower was in Connecticut. How odd.