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Every road trip feels like a new adventure.
I love the feeling at the top of the hour as I climb behind the steering wheel. The thrill of speeding down the highway at 70+ mph, leaving a trail of cars, trucks and SUVs in my wake as I book it to another unexplored town. Lately my road trips (to be more accurate business trips) have led me through the mountains into Chattanooga, a small town with gorgeous mountain views.
My favorite part of the trip is crossing the Tennessee River. Everything seems bigger over water and although there are limitations, each time I see someone out on a pontoon, fishing, or jet skiking I get a sense of freedom.
With a mountain view before me and music drifting through my speakers I can’t complain. What is your favorite part of a road trip?
My first business trip was to Rome!
Rome, GA that is before you start to get all jealous. I always like to take a beat before saying Georgia just to get a reaction. Rome can boast of being home to 3 colleges, one of the top 20 largest cities in Georgia, however it is not accessible by highway. After traveling down several long and winding country roads, viewing a variety of old homes, horses, cows, goats and whatnot, I arrived at the city center. Being early for my trip I took a brief detour to explore a bit more of the city.
Where did you go on your first business trip?
There is something magical about tickling lights in the dark. They serve as a friendly reminder of home, of warmth in front of the fire, a hot cup of team and a blanket to snuggle under. There is something in the beauty of light that captivates us, which is why the “Lights” art exhibit at Cheekwood was an incredible experience.
Floating balls of light
The mystical ever changing globe of light
Plastic bottles of water knitted together into a column with the music of wild sirens playing in the background
A house on a hill protected by a field of light
Which one is your favorite?
A horn toots triumphantly in the background with the faint throb of a bass and muted beats of drums. Overlaying those tones is a drummer rolling it out on his drum set, a drastic contrast from the soulful sounds of jazz. The smell of barbeque wafts through the air, brought on by the same wind that brings disastrous kites to brush by the heads of unsuspecting small children. It’s just another sunny day at Centennial Park, the 132 acre park close to the heart of downtown Nashville which boasts of its take on Athens’ Parthenon. There’s always a party happening at Centennial from arts and craft fairs to Shakespeare in the park, live music, sports, food fests, it’s the number one stop for a holiday.
Don’t forget to bring breadcrumbs, the ducks come out every now and then.
Taking a peek at the river.
The Parthenon in all her glory.
Weekends mean extra time for the next adventure, however I found myself in quite an unusual position spending time babysitting for 24 hours. As this past weekend was also Mother’s Day I must hand it to parents for their commitment, momentum and patience which I can certainly put forth during a brief 24 hours but day in and day out is a different story, I must applaud them.
Children have extremely active imaginations and don’t believe in limitations, their high energy requires constant attention which led to a trip to Palmer Park. There I was let in on the secret passageway, a leafy path off the cemented road where mothers pushed their strollers and dogs are jogged along on long leashes. The short passageway (and let’s face it, grown ups are too big for the secret passageway anyway) let to iron gates, a warning to stay away, but ended with a waterfall flowing into a creek.
From that slice of beauty I took a road trip down to Birmingham, Alabama, a lovely country drive complete with cows, goats, dead armadillos on the side of the road, deer brave enough to cross a high speed 70 MPH interstate when dark falls and endless miles of nothing. Bursting out of the countryside enter the city, which is not a fantastic town. I grew up in Alabama and find no reason to return, except for surprise trips to see my mom on Mother’s Day. Additionally the shopping there is not half bad including the Summit – my personal favorite – and the Galleria.
To sum it up, it was an exhausting weekend but the look on my mom’s face was completely worth it!