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| Exiting Memphis on the N Watkins St. bridge over the Wolf River |
Riding out of Memphis at 6:30 in the morning was not bad at all. Traffic was light, and I was soon out of the downtown area. The scenery changes quickly from urban to rural. In the general store in the village of Bolivar, I noticed Cokes in old-fashioned 8-ounce bottles selling for $2.29 per six-pack. They were a dollar a bottle at the Ozark Folk Center back in Mountain View.
Adam and I were both surprised to meet one last time on the road today. He hadn't yet decided on a route when we parted, so I didn't realize he would be following SR 100. He didn't realize that I would deviate from my route so I could spend the night at Chickasaw State Park on SR 100. Adam wanted to put some more miles in, rather than stay at the park, so we bid a final farewell and went our separate ways.
I later heard that Adam had a great time visiting the
Country Music Hall of Fame
in Nashville and hanging out on Music Row. He got back to NY without mishap.