As we were leaving Louisiana, the trailer blew a tire, therefore, we had to find a safe place to park and call the company's Breakdown department, to send someone out to repair the tire, so that we could be on our way. While we were waiting an Army convoy streamed into the truck stop to fuel their vehicles. There were about twenty of them. When we went into the truck stop for a drink, we found out that each vehicle was a separate transaction. There stood one of the officers with a credit card, and as each vehicle pulled up to the pump, the cashier would run the card. We were there for about two hours and when we left the last of them just pulled up to the pump.
There was a restaurant there also. As we were waiting to pay for our drinks, one of the soldiers came up to pay. My husband and I looked at each other and we both had the same thought. I asked the cashier to please give back the man's credit card. She handed it back to him and he said, "What is wrong, what's going on." The cashier just smiled and replied, " I think they are paying for your lunch." He protested, but his words fell on deaf ears. My husband informed the young man, that "When Mama wants something done it gets done. So, just deal with the situation, 'cause you don't want Mama mad." The soldier thanked my husband. I think the soldier was taken by surprise, for we were in the South and he was Black and we, White. We still see the evidence of segregation, back this way.
Just a little ways down the road it began to rain. Then I looked off to the side of the road and in the distance there was a rainbow. I could see both the beginning and the end. It was a "feel good moment".
Now we are about one hour west of Nashville, TN and there is this town that whenever we see the sign for it, we just have to laugh. Question. Where are you from? Answer. Bucksnort. I will just leave it at that.
There are nothing but rolling hills for as far as you can see. Sometimes you feel as if you are on a rollercoster, but going slower.
As usual, we see the motorist, that has very few dents in his Grey matter. (brains). This guy was way too close to the truck. If the rear tire blew, there is a good possibility that the mudflap would fly off into what ever is behind the truck. By, by. Why people do this, I have no clue. Just plain lacking in smarts, I guess.
As we were heading into Tennessee, there was the house on the hill, that caught my eye. The roof stood out like a sore thumb. I wonder who would live there?
As one would think, most everything has to do with music. Even the medicine you take to the energy drinks. I guess the song from Mary Poppin's ..Just a Spoon Full of Sugar Makes the Medicine go down, would apply here with no problem.
Off in the distance you can see the downtown area of Nashville. The skyline is quite impressive, but some of the buildings look like the same ones I have seen in Dallas or Houston, Tx.
We had to stop at the Pilot truck stop in Nashville, for fuel and this trailer was in the parking lot. There must be special business's that do the training for the emergency services personnel. I suppose that it is less expensive to do it this way than have the city or county do the training themselves.
The Cumberland River runs through Nashville. When we traveled through the city we crossed it several times. This time it was running full. Nashville, this year has had its share of water, with all the flooding in the Spring.
Now we are heading out of Nashville, and our next stop will be Cleveland, Ohio. Quite a few of the roads have been cut out from the mountains. The roads either go through the mountains, bridges are built to to over the valleys or they cut the mountain out to make the roads. In some places you can see down into the towns from the bridge and others you can see for miles and miles from on top of the mountains.
About fifteen miles before you cross the state line from Tennessee into Kentucky, the road signs begin to show up for the various points of interest in the next state.
I don't know about this valley. Pewee sounds a little ominous, to me. Was it named for all the skunks that live there or something else? One day a visit might be in order to find out for sure.
It was apparent that the carnivals are on the road and fairs are going on, by all the carnival trucks that passed us. It must be an interesting life to lead, but not much different than a truck driver, for they go from town to town just like the truckers do, but they stay longer periods of time.
Florence, Kentucky, is a friendly place. They even put the Y'all on their water tower. I am surprised that they didn't have a sign that said: Come on back, Y'all.
We made it to the city of Cincinnati, Ohio. As we were coming into the city I was able to take a picture of the skyline. Once again the sky scrapers look a lot like the ones in Nashville, TN, but here there are just more of them.
As we came closer to the downtown area, the buildings were more defined. There was the one that had a slant to it and I think would make a great place to go sledding in the winter, but I don't think the owners would be too happy about it and the landing might be a little rough.
The newspaper building was right downtown. Only enquiring minds know, or so I am told.
You never know what you will find on top of a building, but a rubber duckie, at you think you would find in a bathtub, on top of a building? Yep, there is the proof, right there in living color. I am not sure what they are selling, but the company had a sense of humor, for sure.
I wonder how many people have gotten whip lash from trying to get another look at the rubber ducky as they drove by?
Just as in any other big city, the buildings remain similar. Each city has its own areas that are modern and others that are part of the old city. No matter where you go, some things remain the same.
As we were coming into the driveway for the company that we were to deliver to, the flock of geese were just hanging out. I enjoy watching them and their antics. They do have some honkers on them for sure and they aren't afraid to use them. I wonder what there "honk" would sound like on a truck? That would give the motoring public pause.
After we deliver the load here, we will be going to Pacific, Missouri. So, until then I'll see you On the Other Side.
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