OK in Summerfield FL 8:55pm till later

Suwanee GA 8:29 pm

Well no scraping the windows this morning. We stayed alongside the creek running through Gatlinburg last evening. Through the Smokey Mountains we went. Up to 3,200 feet and down then up then down. We all of a sudden realized we were headed the wrong way. I pulled out the pc and spun it up and hooked up the GPS. No signal, but with Maps and Streets I found the Podunk town we were in, turned around and picked up the signal and wound up cutting cross country to get back on track.

Today we went to visit our next door neighbors from Queens Ct, Dee and Dick E. . We followed the GPS to their front door and at that time it said we had 3 yds to go, I think it was 3.1 yds. What a fun visit, we had a glass of wine before we went to the clubhouse to eat. The soup and I can’t remember the name of it was super and the grouper was prepared just right, and tasted delicious.

We then toured the lake, what a nice place to retire, especially when you like to fish and have warm weather. After some more chatting we left toward Atlanta in order to jump into the city mid morning.

Seemed like a long day, I think the mountains got the best of us. Till Later, Jerr

Tuesday Day 2

We first had to scrape the car windows of frost before we could leave Franklin IN, 25 degs. Down past Louisville and into the beautiful rolling countryside with many horse corral between it and Lexington. Also saw two J&R Schugel trucks moving west, New Ulm trucks with bases in Champagne-Urbana and Atlanta GA. On some hiway markers we noticed a state ran wayside artesian exhibit by Beave KT. It had over 700 artesian from the area. So many minds with so many different talents and crafts. Found our ornament, a holly leaf’s appointed on a gourd. That we could pack easily. Their café was home-style, we split a Kentucky brown sandwich made of a slice of Pullman bread layered with slices of turkey, ham and a delicate sauce topped off with a slice of tomato crisscrossed with bacon and baked. The catfish fillet was deep fried with a light batter made of corn meal, back to where they know how to fry fish.

We entered the hallowed hills in Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg. We drove the canyon of the artists of Gatlinburg and went through another artesian shop of the surrounding Appalachia’s. And from there to dinner at The Park Grill in Gatlinburg. This place had a salad bar, with unknown mozzarella balls and anchovies. The fillet Mignon and freshly prepared trout was delicious. Staying in Gatlinburg 62 deg.
Jerr

Day 1 Monday

What a day to take off on, left two inches of snow on the driveway. Got out before the plow did its number. We crept slowly to the Iowa boarder. Once there is was pedal to the metal. We wondered how many semi trucks we saw and how many miles are racked up during one driving day by all those truckers. We started to see power line utility trucks in NE Iowa and throughout Illinois, all headed to the west. Bet we saw 60 of them.

Along the road we saw 3 turkeys, 40 deer or so, one bunch about 30.

At mile 636 we entered St. Elmo's Steakhouse in downtown Indianapolis. That shrimp sauce was as good as remembered. Fresh horseradish and cocktail sauce. They had an interesting bread. Thinly sliced, about 1/4 inch 2 inch round without crust pile high with fresh Parmesan cheese and baked a light brown. Rib eye was good also.

As we were leaving my telephone rang, it was a wrong number, Dennis J. was calling home and he mis-dialed us instead. -- Till Later Jerr