After our vacation, Bülent and I decided to buy a car in Texas, where the cars have less rust damage from salt and snow. We would then drive out to New Hampshire in time for Bülent to start his teaching job at the university. Our plan was to drive from Leave Texas, stop overnight in Memphis, Louisville, northern West Virginia, somewhere in Jersey and end up in New Hampshire.
However, right from the beginning we had some scheduling issues. Bülent found the car he wanted to buy the night before we leaving for the trip, but it was too late to buy it and take it to get checked out. So early in the morning he went to the dealership, bought the car and took it to the garage. However, the work it needed, brakes tuned and new tires, took longer than expected. Instead of getting on the road by 12 and getting to Memphis by 8ish that night, we couldn’t leave until 4. We were tired, so we stopped in Little Rock, Arkansas around 10 p.m. We figured we would stop in Memphis to and have an early lunch and visit with my friend from college (hence required stop in Memphis), and have an early lunch.
And that is the day Arkansas became dead to me. If we had time I would have like to look around the city and check out some Civil Rights museums, but we wanted to get on the road right away. Bad decision. The trip to Memphis is normally only 2 and a haf hours, but once we got on the road, we stayed on the road. And stayed on the road. And stayed. on. the. road.
There had been a traffic accident that morning at 4 a.m. and the eastbound and westbound lanes of the highway were blocked all day. (I can complain about because no one was hurt.) After several hours f being parked on the highway, we were detoured onto a two lane country highway. It took eight hours to drive to Memphis. By the time we got there, we were ready to tear our hair out. We were trapped all day, had lost an entire day of travel and messed up our schedule. We decided rather than try to make up time and drive to Nashville, we would stay with our friends in Memphis. Honestly the thought of getting back into the car made us nauseous.
Good Decision. We ended up having a great time. We had a great Tennessee BBQ, and then hung out by the lake with the dogs. The three dogs, that all have first, middle and last names. Hee Hee. It is so funny when my friend Katie calls out their full names with when the puppies are being rowdy. I would post some adorable photos, but there were some technological issues and our camera ate the pictures. The next day we woke, rested, with the goal of getting to Louisville for a late lunch and then continuing on to make up lost time. We had to be in NH by a certain date so Bülent could start teaching his classes. Next Installment: Day 3 of the Road Trip. The road to awesomeness…I mean Louisville.