Traveling to Nashville offered two unique glimpses of history. In Tupelo I paid a brief visit to the two-room house and church where Elvis had his humble beginnings (I’m not a fan, but come on, it’s Elvis). From there I drove the Natchez Trace, a historical path between Nashville and New Orleans that is now a peaceful, rolling parkway. At about 150 miles, darkness and deer forced me back to the highway system, but not before I found the resting place of Meriwether Lewis. It was pitch dark – I read the memorial by flashlight and saw the monument by moonlight.
Travels with Jennie 
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