A sluggish and unremarkable stretch from the Lazy Days Campground on to Nashville. A day of driving where the mile markers seemed to be gaslighting me into thinking that my destination was always going to be hours away, no matter how far I drove.
Lost some daylight when I had to stop for a nap at the first big parking lot I found after my eyelids started getting heavy. Woke up in the town of Marion, Illinois — aka Little Nashville1 — a serendipitous but cruel reminder that my actual destination was still hundreds of miles away. On through the rest of these slices of Illinois and Kentucky.
Good enough at piloting the bus to take shitty pictures of sunsets on long desolate stretches of road with very few cars around. Still not good enough to get my finger out of the frame. This was literally the only picture I took today.
Only real highlight of this stretch was a 7 or 8 year-old kid in front of me in line at the gas station. He turns to me and says “Mister, do you drive that bus out there?”
It felt great to get to nod big and say “Yeah I do.” and hear the questions start flying.2
Finally pulled up at Cleave and Stefanie’s place in Nashville around 11:00pm, two hours after I said I’d get there. They just moved into a lovely home in East Nashville, with a dirt driveway in the yard fit for the bus and a shore power plug right next to the porch.
Stayed up til close to 3:00, catching up with two dear friends, and neglecting to write this post. Immense reward after an endless day on the road.
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