Just like that, we’re through Tennessee. What the heck? We had to spend nearly a month in Michigan and then Tennessee gets less than a week? Anytime a plotted course requires almost a month in Michigan but less than a week in Tennessee, obviously something’s really wretched. We had planned to drag things out with a cruise up the Tennessee to Chattanooga, but the river conditions and Fall Rendezvous don’t allow it. So we’ll park at Joe Wheeler State Park until after the Rendezvous. But first we have to get to Joe Wheeler. But first we had to say our final goodbyes to Second Wave before they steamed off south.
Lewis and Terri of the Tennessee Belknaps arrived last night to cruise with us a couple of days and then shuttle us up to their house in Chattanooga. Actually Ooltewah. Silent L. That means Ankars. Yum yum.
Another perfect cruising day took us to Florence, Alabama.
Florence, Alabama, is in Alabama. Which opens the door to an endless stream of jokes about illiteracy, teabagging, tree-killing, and general deviancy. One of us has a bunch of ‘em. The other one of us thinks jokes involving mental illness aren’t funny and have no place in polite society, much less in a blog.
While in Florence we visited Helen Keller’s home—Ivy Green—in nearby Tuscumbia. Which opens the door to an endless stream of jokes about, well, Helen Keller. One of us has a bunch of ‘em. The other one of us thinks jokes about Helen Keller aren’t funny and have no place in polite society, much less in a blog.
So basically everyone loses.
We also stopped by a Frank Lloyd Wright house in Florence. It was pretty cool, but neither of us know any architect jokes. Probably because there isn’t much funny about architects.
Anyway, short post tonight. Rogersville tomorrow.