Where is Rock City, and why the hell do all the birdhouses and barns want me to go there?
I turned to Neil about half way to Nashville last Wednesday and asked this question. Seriously, I have seen the birdhouses for ages, but never knew what they had to do with anything real. Apparently, Rock City is the South of the Border of TN. A hokey tourist trap of a dive off the interstate that needs miles and miles of signage to get people to stop. Perhaps a bit more to see at Rock City, though.
The trip up to Nashville was fine for me, but hard on Neil's back and legs. I drove the whole way, a rarity for us but necessary. We spent the evening together settling into the hotel and eating a The Palm- I love a good steak!
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