My anal retentiveness cannot justify ending my travel posts with our final destination when we technically made more semi-interesting stops.
I promise this is the last of my vacation photos.
On our first night of our two-day trip home, we stopped just outside of Nashville. How could we not stop and see the Grand Ole Opry?
After seeing it though, I wished we hadn’t stopped. I had always envisioned a crusty old building filled with history sitting upon a road reminiscent of horse hitches and dust.
This was not the sight I expected as we pulled up.
But we took pictures anyway.
Then we headed to Memphis to peer over the walls at Graceland (not paying $20 a head since we are not huge Elvis fans).
Outside of Graceland there’s a wall where people write all kinds of messages to the King. Annika wrote her name and age. We mused about how cool it would be if she came back 20 years later and found it again.
Then we ate some ridiculously good barbecue.
I have a particular fondness for southern, melty mac ‘n’ cheese. It needed its own photo.
And now we’re home. It was good to sleep in my own bed after two weeks on the road.