September 8, 2011
SHAKE, RATTLE, & ROLL RUN
Chapter 12 - Starting the looooong journey home.
Thursday, and we're
heading out, back
home. It was a nearly
tearful farewell to "our
little cabin in the
mountains."
We have so many
warm and wonderful
memories of this week,
and we'll carry them
with us for a long time.
But, it's good to be
going home.
When we first looked out the door this
morning, we thought, "Uh, oh... fog."  
But it stuck to the upper elevations,
thank goodness.
"Biffy stop, biffy stop, biffy biffy..." etc.  Then, tune up Willie for "On the Road
Again."  Just an incredible overcast day for travel.
Tunnels through the mountains are awesome and kinda fun, especially if your
photographer (Sherry) gets the hiccups.
We hit as many
Cracker Barrels as
we can, since we
don't have any at  
home.  Saw the
Nomad in the parking
lot and the other cars
on the road, maybe
heading up to
Sevierville, TN, for the
big car show.
"Biffy stop, biffy
stop..."KNOCK IT
OFF, WILL YA?
We start our trip with a prayer to The
Lord and His guardian angels to watch
over us, and we end it with a prayer of
thanks, not only for our safe return, but
for all the blessings of our journey.  And
we got this reminder along the way in
Tennessee of Who was watching over us.
Umm...somebody drop
something?
"Biffy stop..." Yup, we
pretty much hit every one.  
Family motto: "Never pass
up a chance to pee."
Yup, that's kudzu, the same stuff we found
on the porch at the cabin on Fine's Creek.
This has been growing, unchecked, for a
while.  
Going around Lexington, Kentucky,
about to head West on I-64, out past
all those beautiful horse farms.
Made it all the way to Louisville.  Just got to cross this bridge into Indiana, then we
take to the backroads to avoid that nightmare of traffic congestion around Indy.
Uh, oh...somebody didn't pay
their road taxes...
We went through towns in Indiana we'd never
heard of, charming little towns with their own
quality of quiet grace.  And we still love their "In
God We Trust" license plate.
Finally made it back to Danville, IL, where
we'd stayed on our first night out.  Tommy
Tiger was exhausted, as were we.