We finally hit Memphis yesterday afternoon - just in time to see the Peabody Ducks march from their place in the legendary hotel's atrium fountains down a red carpet, past a gallery of adoring tourists, and into an elevator to the roof, where they sleep.
During the ride there, we passed Chester, IL - home of Popeye. They erected a statue in his honor.
We also hit a little traffic at a railroad crossing. Strangely enough, this is just about the most traffic we have hit thus far.
We traversed over some dirt roads as well. Kentucky had basically nothing to see, so we forged through it's part of the Great River Roads rather swiftly. At one point, we asked Jill to bring us to a McDonald's for a quick bit and bathroom place, and she brought us somewhere that pretty much looks like this photo. Her coordinates were off just a bit.
In Memphis, we had some excellent dry-rub ribs at Rendezvous. The place was packed, and we're told Bill Cosby loves this place. Luminaries and politicians go here. The Presidents from the Japanese Prime Minister here last year. There were photos on the wall inside.
Beale Street was a sight to see. Bikers parked everywhere, people wandering in and out of loud bars, drinks in hand. Tourists everywhere, mostly people obviously in town on business (the kind of Blue Shirts that wouldn't normally be caught at a place like Beale St. when back home with the wife and kiddies).
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