I have had the loveliest stay with Larry, Karin, and Karin’s sister Ta. For one thing, I was way overdue for some hygiene-related comforts. Hops is soooo glad to be here.
I spent a day with Larry, thrifting/antiquing/picking – he runs a few antique booths and does vintage clothing sales online. I was very firm about not buying anything – because I live in a van – but did end up dropping $4 on a jacket that fit me perfectly. Ah well. He also gave me a very nice driving tour of town, on a nasty day to do it any other way. I’m impressed with Johnson City overall. It checks many of my boxes: walkable/rideable; a little local culture in the form of art, theatre, bookstores; a little ethnic diversity; a university; local trails. Larry’s selling it.
Day two, we headed out for a pretty serious brewery/pub crawl, facilitated by much nicer weather.
Johnson City Brewing
Atlantic Ale House
Tipton Street Pub
Main Street Pizza: gin drinks
On my way out of town, I walked the sculpture garden at Founder’s Park.
“Stepped Tower,” Larry Millard
“He Stopped and Turned to the Light,” Charlie Brouwer
“Wildabout,” 2017, Ian Brownlee
“Metamorphosis,” Mary Ruden – with apologies for this photo. There are two butterflies there at the top, shown so much on their sides that you can’t tell.
“Genesis,” Duke Oursler & Marc Moulton
“A Few Degrees From Plumb and Square,” Bill Wood
“Specimen,” Joey Manson
“Divided,” James Westermann
“Aquarium,” Marvin Tadlock
“Balancing Time II,” Ed Walker
“Through Someone Else’s Eyes,” Elisha Gold
“Hybridized Daylily,” Shawn Morin
“Arbor Spire,” Aaron Hussey
It was another beautiful day, and I was a little sorry to see Johnson City go. I wish I’d ridden some trails, and checked out some local theatre. Maybe next trip. But North Carolina was calling…
I am overjoyed with the free camping in Tennessee! We found the most lovely site on the Natchez Trace Parkway, where we were able to park for free, use a flush toilet and a picnic table, and access the Natchez Trace hiking trail. It scarcely warmed up to freezing during the several days we spent here, though, so we spent almost all of it inside the van. Hops’s water bowl froze solid overnight, again. Brrrr.
But we got out for a lovely hike; I did about two miles, and Hops did at least double that, running back and forth as he does.
this beautiful fellow must be cold! icicles everywhere!
Little Swan Creek
and a tributary
I think he took on the extra mileage to stay warm.
The next day we drove east again, with a little company
and the heater on full blast. We found another lovely free campsite! This one had no bathrooms, but a very nice view of Watts Bar Lake; it was even warm enough to sit outside for 30 minutes or so before we had to bundle back in. Brrrr.
But so pretty
frolicking on the beach
Watts Bar Lake
In another day or two we have a proper host who may let us come indoors, and it’s about time.
I left T.O. Fuller early in the morning without much observation, but it was a nice enough place. As an aside: I’ve been using three sources to find campsites/parking places. They are freecampsites.net, the Campendium app/website, and the iOverlander app. I’ve been writing reviews, fairly faithfully, on the first two sites. I figure I may as well give back. Not that anyone will care, surely, but my handle on those sites for reviews is foxylikeaturtle.
In Memphis I headed first to the Bass Pro Shop in the Pyramid, which used to be a basketball stadium, and was suggested as a possible spot for overnight parking, although I decided against it. I was told it was an oddity not to be missed, and I suppose that’s true, although my feelings are certainly mixed. I paid $10 (plus tax) to ride an elevator to the top of the thing: the tallest freestanding elevator in the country, we are told, and its walls are floor-to-ceiling glass. Fun fact: I am scared of heights. This was possibly the most horrifying experience I’ve ever paid $10 for. At the top there’s a bar/restaurant with amazing views, including observation decks you can walk on outside; these have GLASS FLOORS, you guys, and they CREAK underfoot. Definitely the most horrifying experience of my trip to date. I do it for you, though. Here’s a picture I took from up there of the Hernando de Soto Bridge across the Mississippi.
I also wandered around the interior of the Bass Pro Shop, which is a weird shrine to commercialism and a brand of outdoorsiness that I guess is not the one I was brought up in (although I could certainly have indulged in some of the gear). There’s a swamp in the middle. It has fish in it – bass, I assume? and some truly enormous ones I’m told are sturgeon. There are ducks – live ones – as well as live ALLIGATORS, you guys. In the middle of the store. Also taxidermied deer, elk, pigs, bears, more ducks, and who knows what. It’s… a scene. There is an “old timey” store selling fresh-made fudge, and a lodge, an archery and pistol range, a museum, and an aquarium, apparently, right in there too. Very strange.
And on to the other end of the spectrum: the real reason I’m in Memphis (which was out of my way, generally speaking) was to visit the National Civil Rights Museum at the Lorraine Motel, where Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot.
This was, what, my fourth major civil rights museum/memorial in the last week; and I confess there is a diminishing return. This experience is emotionally exhausting. And I say that with apologies, because I feel the weight of guilt for not having had to live any of the horrors that I’m reading about and viewing. But it’s the simple truth, that as I take in these atrocities – murders, criminal justice and other systemic failures, disrespect, mutilations, denials of basic rights – the parts of me that feel horror get worn out. And I feel less at the fourth visit than I did at the first.
Which is not to say I feel nothing.
“Movement to Overcome,” Michael Pavlovsky
“suggests the slow upward climb of the civil rights struggle–a movement that took decades. The sculpture pays tribute to the unknown millions of people who fought for equal rights every day. They marched, struggled, and overcame the obstacles, climbing ever upward.”
Dred Scott, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman: the big names
March on Washington
lunch counter sit-ins
I am feeling more and more familiar with some of the stories told in each of these museums: Rosa Parks and the Montgomery Bus Boycotts; the Freedom Riders and the several places where they were most badly abused; lunch counter sit-ins; the Children’s Crusade in Birmingham. Slavery and Jim Crow. Partly because of my (shameful) exhaustion, and partly (in this case) because the place was mobbed by school groups, I moved quickly through those exhibits. I was glad to find some unique content, though. For one thing, the Memphis museum follows the civil rights movement out of the 1960s and into Black Power and the Black Panther Party.
Black is Beautiful
Huey P. Newton
I appreciated that. And, unsurprisingly, there was a focus here on the Memphis Sanitation Workers’ Strike, which is what MLK was in town for when he was killed. This was not a story I’d encountered at any of the Alabama museum sites, so I was glad to slow down and take it in.
this speaks for itself.
“I am a man”
Sanitation Workers’ Strike
And then there is the feature of this location: the restored and maintained rooms that MLK and his associates occupied on the fateful night of April 4, 1968.
I took several pictures because, I guess, it felt so big. It also felt like voyeurism. Is it okay that we are all peering into this room, with its unmade bed, cigarette butts in the ashtray and dirty dishes, half-drunk cup of coffee sitting there as if someone will return for it at any minute? (This is a reconstructed scene, of course.) I felt a little dirty and a lot guilty, but I looked.
room 307, the associates’
room 306, MLK’s
Across the street, the museum’s second building occupies the boarding house where the shot that killed MLK “allegedly” (they still have to say this?!) came from. We get to see the view of the balcony that the shooter saw.
I am exhausted, you guys. It’s too much. And again with my guilt: I’m exhausted just by looking? Shame on us.
On my way out of town, just let me reflect on what I’ve missed. I drove by the Helen Keller birthplace, which of course was closed,
and that’s a shame, because I figure there’s lots to learn in there. I remember reading about Helen Keller when I was little and being moved. There’s always more to learn… Also in Muscle Shoals I missed a Frank Lloyd Wright house. I’ve yet to visit one, and I do have some interest, but there can just be so much to choose between. One of these days.
On my way out, I crossed a few state lines
on my way to Memphis, where I’m crashing for the night at T.O. Fuller State Park. I’m a bit weary of cities, and hope after this one I can find some forests on my way to the next friend I’m heading for: see you soon, Larry!