Monday, July 2, 2012

Day 3: King of the Wild Frontier

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee,
Greenest state in the land of the free.
Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree,
Killed him a bear when he was only three.

Davy, Davy Crockett!  King of the Wild Frontier.


Day Three, and we head 190 miles south and west to Tennessee (which I learn is from the Cherokee word, "Tanasi").  We move from tree-covered blue hills and mountains laden with morning fog, and onto more flat geography.  The color palate transforms to one of sandy grains and purple wildflowers along the street.

Our destination is Nashville, "Music City, USA" but while driving on the highway, we see a sign we just can't refuse: "Davy Crockett Birthplace -- next exit."  Convinced Davy Crockett was not actually a real human, but rather an American mythical figure, I resist.  However, Google proves me wrong and Tyler right.

And he should know.  Davy Crockett was his childhood hero.






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