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Saturday Oct 13, 2012 #
trail run 50:00 [3]
Fun day. Drove to Walmartland. Passed Home Office, had a lovely breakfast at the Station Cafe and checked out Walton's 5 and 10.
Then went to Mrs. W's gaffe at Crystal Bridges. Admired lots of wonderful and sometimes scary paintings,
then ran around the grounds, and on some mtb trails outside the grounds (including a wonderful banked downhill slalom thing).
Next en route, Eureka Springs, a little French or Swiss spa town in the arse end of nowhere, Arkansas. More good food.
Closing in on Memphis, the radio got a whole lot better. Found a station playing only Memphis-made music (incl Nancy Apple).
Arrived in Memphis a bit after 10, took a while to find parking. Walked onto Beale St. Jaw dropped.
Wow.
People, music, dancing, blues, funk, non-blues, so much going on, and half of it in the street. Wandered up and down for over two hours, listening to bits of music, doing lots of people-watching. At some point the was a circle and inside three frat white boys were doing frat boy dance, the exact same frat boy dance I saw in South Bend, IN. I turned away, turned back, and suddenly 50 blacks were line dancing (is what they were doing called line dancing?). There's some really excellent music going.
Drove an hour towards Nashville, sleep a bit after 2.
Then went to Mrs. W's gaffe at Crystal Bridges. Admired lots of wonderful and sometimes scary paintings,
then ran around the grounds, and on some mtb trails outside the grounds (including a wonderful banked downhill slalom thing).
Next en route, Eureka Springs, a little French or Swiss spa town in the arse end of nowhere, Arkansas. More good food.
Closing in on Memphis, the radio got a whole lot better. Found a station playing only Memphis-made music (incl Nancy Apple).
Arrived in Memphis a bit after 10, took a while to find parking. Walked onto Beale St. Jaw dropped.
Wow.
People, music, dancing, blues, funk, non-blues, so much going on, and half of it in the street. Wandered up and down for over two hours, listening to bits of music, doing lots of people-watching. At some point the was a circle and inside three frat white boys were doing frat boy dance, the exact same frat boy dance I saw in South Bend, IN. I turned away, turned back, and suddenly 50 blacks were line dancing (is what they were doing called line dancing?). There's some really excellent music going.
Drove an hour towards Nashville, sleep a bit after 2.