Monday, October 6, 2014

Nashville Day 2 -The Hermitage

On a suggestion by a local, we headed to a coffee and crepe shop called The Red Bicycle for breakfast on Sunday morning.  It was a funky little place (we were fortunate to get a seat) in a charming neighborhood called Germantown.  The area was a mix of several sleek, modern apartment buildings and older, small, lovingly cared for two-story homes.  The homes were very close together, but all had front yards and many had inviting front porches from our view on the sidewalks.

We were purposely trying to avoid downtown Nashville as the Titans were playing a home game against the Cleveland Browns and knew traffic would be a mess.  We did get caught up in it a little as we were leaving The Red Bicycle and saw the Tennessee State Capitol in the opposite direction we needed to go.  But we were that close and drove by the impressive structure that sits high up on a hill.  (I said, "How do they mow the grass on that steep slope?" and Mike said, "How do they walk up to work everyday?")

Twelve miles outside of Nashville is The Hermitage - home of Andrew Jackson, 7th President of the United States.  We spent several beautiful autumn hours touring the home and grounds. There was a Fall Fest going on (the Hermitage covers over 1,000 acres) and on our 5 minute walk back to the home we smelled kettle corn and hot dogs and heard live performers singing - what else - country music.
The Hermitage is the fourth most-visited presidential home, following the White House, Mt. Vernon and Monticello.  We are happy to say we've seen all 4.  And I'm not sure, but I would think Lincoln's home in Springfield, Ilinois would be 5th and we've been there, too.

We couldn't recall much about Jackson's life, other than he was President, so most everything we learned was new and interesting.  Our information came from an orientation film, displays in the visitor center, a self-guided audio tour of the grounds and period-dressed tour guides inside the house.

Andrew Jackson was born in South Carolina on March 15, 1767 to poor Irish immigrants.  His father died before he was born and his mother and 3 brothers died during the Revolutionary War, leaving him an orphan at the age of 15.  When he was 13, he acted as a courier during the war, was captured by the British and badly mistreated.  After the war he moved to Tennessee, the edge of the American West and "the Wild Frontier".  Jackson continued in the military and became famous across our young country as the victorious commander in the Battle of New Orleans during the war of 1812.

In 1824, the national hero was nominated for the presidency.  He won the most popular and electoral votes, but did not have a majority.  So the election was sent to the House of Representatives, who chose John Quincy Adams.  Jackson ran again in 1828, and defeated Adams to become the 7th President of the United States. He brought a rough and tumble atmosphere to the White House that didn't sit well with the Washington elite. (Even in the 1800's there were snobs!)  This didn't stop him from being re-elected in 1832 after having founded the Democratic Party.

There were several important issues during Jackson's years in office.  Talk of states seceding from the Union didn't originate in Lincoln's time over slavery.  It began almost 40 years earlier when the people of South Carolina threatened to invoke nullification over a federal tariff passed during the earlier administration.  Jackson's famous statement at the time: "Our Federal Union, it must be preserved."
President Jackson also supported and signed the Indian Removal Act, which forcibly relocated Native Americans from their land to territory farther west. (what is now Oklahoma).  This has come to be called The Trail of Tears.
And lastly, close to our hearts, Michigan became a state during Jackson's years in office!

Several firsts are associated with Andrew Jackson.  He was the first president to ride a train, the first president to be a prisoner of war, and the first president to be photographed.  He was also the last president to have personally known all the preceding presidents.

Andrew Jackson's marriage to Rachel Donelson in 1791 was somewhat of a scandal.  One that with todays media scrutiny and social networking would have assured that he would never become president.  Rachel had been married and was still married when she and Jackson exchanged their vows.  Some will say that they thought her divorce was final, but most agree they knew otherwise.  The couple  underwent a second ceremony in 1794.  The circumstances surrounding the two weddings was used against Jackson in his presidential campaigns, calling Rachel an adulterer and bigamist.  (slinging mud is obviously not a new concept!)  From the letters we saw on our tour, and eyewitness stories that were written down, Rachel and Andrew were deeply in love and devoted to one another.  Rachel died one month after Jackson was elected president.  When he retired to the Hermitage after leaving office, he walked to her grave every day, staying for half and hour and wore mourning clothes the rest of his life.
They had no biological children, but adopted a nephew of Rachel's, who became Andrew Jackson, Jr.

The Jackson's purchased land outside of Nashville in 1804 and called it the Hermitage.  They moved into a log cabin on the property.  Under Rachel's direction (because Andrew was away so often on military and then political business) the 420 acres farm grew to the largest cotton plantation in Tennessee.  In 1821, a brick mansion was completed just yards from the log cabin and Andrew and Rachel welcomed all visitors and entertained often.  After he became president, Jackson had the mansion remodeled, adding a larger dining room on one side and an office on the other.  This is the house we saw.  We were able to tour the entire building, but could not take pictures inside.  We also saw the log cabin, Rachel's beautiful gardens filled with herbs, vegetables and flowers and the tomb where the Jacksons are buried.  "Old Hickory", as Jackson was called, died in his bed at the Hermitage on June 8, 1845.  That is probably more than you ever cared to know about Andrew Jackson!

On our way back to our campground we stopped at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel and Convention Center.  This is the largest continuously connected hotel complex I've ever seen.  We went specifically to see the indoor gardens.  Simply amazing!  Walkways take you from the Cascades to the Magnolia Conservatory to the Delta Waterway(where you can tour the whole thing on a boat).  Opryland is right next to the Grand Ole Opry, but we didn't have time to walk around it before our show on Friday.

Tired from walking the plantation and then Opryland gardens, and to avoid the traffic, we chose not to go back downtown for dinner.  This meant a choice of several places close to the campground.  When we pulled up to The Nashville Palace, I was a little hesitant because the music coming out was OLD country (the sound of an accordion is a dead give-away) and, well, one can only take so much honky with their tonk!  But being tired and hungry, we went in.  Shortly after sitting down, before our food came, the bass and fiddle and accordion player were joined by a strong, sultry, Crystal Gayle-like voice singing "Blue Bayou" and we were suddenly sorry to see their set end!  The voice belonged to Wendy Newcomer and her song (that she wrote) "One Prayer Left" sealed the deal and we bought her CD.

We would recommend Nashville to all.  It is more than just country music, although there is plenty of that.  There truly is something for everyone: museums (military and music) the Frist Center for the Visual Arts, world-class dining, a symphony, beautiful green spaces, sporting events, and buy one, get two free boot offers!

Today we are putting on our blue suede shoes and walking in Memphis.  (no, we are not walking TO Memphis).  If Elvis is not at the Burger King in Kalamazoo, we are going to find him at Graceland.
(maybe you have to be from Michigan to get that!)

                            Forgot to post this yesterday.  Thought Dolly's excuse was cute.

Of all the stars on the Walk, I took a picture of Reba's earlier in the day, not knowing she would surprise us at the Grand Ole Opry that night!

                       Mike doing a crossword puzzle while waiting at The Red Bicycle

There were two open booths at the RB.  After we sat at one, I noticed these initials carved into the table top.  They just happen to be Mike's initials, along with his Dad and our son.

              A great feature in Nashville - pick up a bike and drop off at any other location

                                                    The Tennessee State Capitol building



                                         The front of the house.  Only part that is painted.

                                           The back of the house.  Notice two additions on the sides.

                                                            One of the tour guides

    This is the inscription on Rachel Jackson's tomb.  The President's simply says "General Andrew Jackson" with his birth and death dates.

                                                                   The gravesite

          We were encouraged to pick some cotton while walking the plantation.  We did!

                   The original log cabin home was turned into slave quarters after the brick house was built.

                                                One entrance into the Opryland Hotel


                                                         Inside - the Delta Waterway


                                                      A wedding had just ended


Saturday, October 4, 2014

Nashville

We arrived at our campground just north of downtown Nashville on Thursday.  As with most of our travel days, when we get set up, we lay low and take care of "housekeeping" items - cleaning, laundry, etc. After watching the Tigers (satellite TV - you have to be thankful for the little things. . . ), we found a bar with music (a.k.a. honky-tonk) just down the road. Nashville is filled with such spots.  We were entertained by a very young couple.  No back-up band.  Just the guy with a guitar and his wife.  They were so good, playing their own original music and country hits.  After Mike put some money in their tip jar, they stopped by our table after their set.  We learned they had just moved to Nashville from Canada, following that dream that brings so many to this town - to "make it".  And because they were so good, it makes you realize there is a very fine line between playing the honky-tonks and being the next Garth Brooks.

Friday was just plain fun, helped along by two unscripted events.  We headed to downtown Nashville in the morning, specifically to Broadway St - a.k.a. Honky-Tonk Heaven. And they start playing here at 10 am!  Most of the establishments don't have solid fronts - they have shutters that are thrown open so the atmosphere and music is seen and heard from the sidewalks.  Like the fudge shops on Mackinac Island, where they pipe the wonderful aroma out to the passerbys  If it wasn't a bar we passed, it was a boot shop.  When we were out west last year, we saw a lot of boots, but they were real cowboys there.  In Nashville, its young girls in dresses or shorts and boots.  Fashion over function!
We walked up and down both sides of Broadway and settled on a bar for lunch that had both music and TVs as the Tigers were playing again. (which a surprising number did - a commentary on our times, I guess).  We both felt the group playing here was not as talented as what we heard the night before and some other music we heard walking.

After lunch we toured the beautiful Ryman Auditorium.  This building's history could be a country song - faith, fame, fall from grace, and redemption.  We learned the following from the orientation film (narrated by Trisha Yearwood):  In the late 1880's, Thomas Ryman, a Nashville businessman, attended a tent revival held by a traveling evangelist named Sam Jones.  Ryman went to disrupt the meeting because Jones was preaching against the two things that made Ryman money: gambling and liquor.  Instead, Ryman was converted and proceeded to build a permanent structure for Jones to preach in.  Seven years later, in 1892, the Union Gospel Tabernacle was completed.  When Ryman died in 1904, it was renamed in his honor.  From 1904 until 1943, the facility hosted religious revivals, operas, and ballets, bringing world renown talent to Nashville.  But what made the Ryman famous was when the Grand Ole Opry came calling.

A radio show called The Barn Dance had been broadcast on WSM since 1925.  Having outgrown several locations, it changed its name to the Grand Ole Opry and moved to the Ryman in 1943.  Anchored by such singing stars as Roy Acuff, Hank Williams, Patsy Cline and comedian Minnie Pearl, the Saturday night radio broadcasts drew sellout live audiences.  With its wooden pews and walls, experts agree that the acoustics in the Ryman are second only to the Mormon Tabernacle, even better than Carnegie Hall.  Mike says he remembers his Grandma listening to the Opry on the radio.

Lack of air conditioning and backstage dressing room area were major factors in the Opry moving to a new, larger building northeast of downtown in 1974.    A section of the wood stage from "The Mother Church of Country Music" was installed in the center of the stage in the new building.  The Ryman sat vacant for 20 years, falling into disrepair and there was talk of tearing the iconic building down.  A concert by Emmylou Harris energized the community and in 1994 the auditorium reopened after a major renovation.  When removing the pews, workers were told to "scrape off the gum underneath but leave the nicks and scars."  And they did.  Today the Ryman is home to concerts by musicians of all genres.

After the Ryman, we found ourselves enjoying the sunshine at the Walk of Fame.  This is like the one in Hollywood for the movie industry.  The names on the stars reminded us that Nashville is called Music City, U.S.A.  because there were names from Christian music, bluegrass, and rock n roll, not just country.
While walking, we were approached by a young man on a Segway.  He asked about the boot on my foot and we were sure he was going to try to sell us a Segway tour.  But he said he was a Goodwill City Ambassador, asked us if we had any questions, gave us a city map, said he would be praying that my foot healed quickly and was on his way.  We later saw other Ambassadors on Segways around town, talking to tourists.

Our first pleasant surprise came next.  Bridgestone Arena encompasses almost an entire city block downtown.  Mike knew that the country music station on Sirius XM, The Highway, was broadcast from the Bridgestone.  We thought we would see if the studio was open to the public.  After exchanging texts with Josh, who reminded us about it, we decided to get in the standby line to be in the studio for the afternoon "Happy Hour Show" hosted by Buzz Brainard, a Michigan native.  The Highway is one of the preset stations on our car and RV radio so we knew that if you get in the studio, you can be chosen to be on "the hot seat" with Buzz and be live on the air.  We had about 2 hours before the Opry show (we had tickets) and thought we would give it a try.  We ended up being the first people in the standby line.   15 of us were led into the studio for the opening half hour.  And here I have to admit, it wasn't by random chance that I was chosen, as I raised my hand and volunteered, but I got on the hot seat!  We texted our kids and told them to listen.  I was on with a guy from Ohio that was in town for the Titans football game on Sunday.  While a song played, Buzz asked my name and what I was doing in town.  Then we went live.  I said that we were on a month-long 40th anniversary celebration, traveling from Michigan to Florida.  He thought that was very cool and said he's tempted to join us.  I said we have a small RV, so he took that as a no!  Buzz said a co-worker was getting married the next day and did I have any words of wisdom for her.  Mike's famous saying popped into my head and I said, "My husband tells everyone the secret to our success is that we compromise and do it her way."

Our second surprise capped off our night.  We had bought tickets online several weeks ago for the Grand Ole Opry when we knew the exact dates we would be here.  We took the "best available" and were 4 rows from the top in the balcony.  And we didn't really care who was performing that night, we were just going for the experience and to see the Opry.  (but we were excited that the main performers were going to be Little Big Town as we are familiar with their songs).  The new Opry has pew seating, just like the Ryman.  After touring the original home of the Opry earlier in the day, coming to the evening show at the new theater tied it all together for us.  When you go to a show, it is not just one or two performers. There were 12 artists on the 2 and 1/2 hour program!   You would not go to an Opry performance just to see your favorite performer as each person or group only sings one or two songs.  But the show does a really good job of mixing the old, classic country stars with current ones, leaning heavily on the old-timers.  This brings a diverse crowd of young and old.  (lots of the aforementioned girls in dresses and cowboy boots along with tour buses of senior citizens).  As one act was exiting the stage, they led us all in a chorus of "Happy Trails To You".
And we were reminded that the Grand Ole Opry is still a live radio broadcast as the show was crisply paced and breaks were taken for commercials delivered by an onstage announcer.

Little Big Town closed the show and as they were finishing their last song "Pontoon",  Reba McEntire walked onstage from the wings.  The crowd went crazy!  It was obvious the group had no idea she was there.  They joked around a little and Reba announced that Little Big Town was being presented with membership in the Grand Ole Opry.  This is a huge honor and every member of the group broke into tears and hugs.  Members of their families came out from in back of the stage.  Their official induction is going to be Oct. 17.  It was a happy ending to a good day.

We took today (Saturday) off to give my foot a rest.  (or maybe we are just slowing down!)

                                           The singing couple from our first night


                                                             Broadway Street



                             The famous "Batman" building you can see from the expressway

                                                          New entrance

                                                           Old entrance

                                            The Ryman from the Bridgestone Arena tower

                        Roy Acuff and Minnie Pearl performed at the Ryman from 1943 to 1974

                                                             Inside the auditorium


                                 An example of modern artists that now play at the Ryman


              Walk of Fame in foreground.  Country Music Museum and Hall of Fame behind

                    Bridgestone Arena.  The Highway studios are at the top of the blue tower

                                             Inside the studio.  The blue chair is the hot seat

                                                            With Buzz Brainard



                                                  The line-up of performers we saw

The Opry stage.  Not a great picture because of the distance but notice the announcer on the left side.






Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Mammoth Cave

Yes . . . we are meandering again.  We are taking the whole month of October to get to Florida, where our rental spot for the RV begins November 1.  The wonderful thing about being semi-retired is we can  stop at the places we watched fly by in our hurry to spend our week of vacation.  Mammoth Cave National Park is one of those exits off of I-65 in Kentucky that we would say, "Someday I want to go there."
Someday has arrived!

Let me back up a few days.  We stopped in Louisville first.  There our friend Emma treated us to a tour of the Mega Cavern.  This cavern was created by years of mining the limestone.  When the mining stopped after 42 years, it was bought by some enterprising men who lease portions of the cavern as storage facilities.  Our tour consisted of a tram ride through sections of the cavern with a running narration.

I mention our cavern tour to highlight the difference between a cavern and a cave:  caves occur naturally, caverns are man-made.

We are at a campground just a few miles from Mammoth Cave.  But our day started by driving about 35 miles south to Bowling Green, Kentucky where they have the only underground cave boat tour.  This was a hedge for us.  (As most of you know, I am recovering from a badly sprained foot, and while I no longer use crutches, I still need to wear a boot when walking outside.)  In case I couldn't handle the walking at Mammoth Cave, we thought if we took the boat tour at the Lost River Cave, we would at least see a cave.
Fall is the time to do these kinds of things.  There were 6 of us on the boat.  I could ask all the questions  I wanted!  Our guide was a young lady geologist who mixed in enough humor with the technical stuff to make us really glad we did this tour.  (Tour guide humor: If a human can fit through an opening in a cave, you can charge admission.)

Bowling Green is also home to the world headquarter of Fruit of the Loom.  And they had a Visitor's Center!  I thought it would be fun to stop and get our picture taken with with guy dressed as a grape.  Mike said he would pass, and didn't stop.

On to Mammoth Cave.  I have said this before and I will say this again - our national parks are a treasure.  Mammoth Cave was designated as such in 1926.  FDR's depression-era answer to unemployment - the Civilian Conservation Corps - was put to work building stairways inside the cave.
The next time you are on Jeopardy, and you take "Caves for $100", and the answer that is revealed says " Nobody knows", you can press your buzzer and give the correct question of "What is- how long is Mammoth Cave?"  400 miles of the cave have been surveyed.

We did our homework the night before and discovered there are several different tours offered by the Park Service. I was disappointed that we could not do the Historic Tour but felt, with the boot, I just would not be able to manage walking for 2 hours over 2 miles and 440 stairs.  I think Mike was secretly  happy that I had the boot.  (I told him what I just typed and he said, "There's no secret about it!")
So we decided on the Frozen Niagara Tour which was 1/4 mile and 12 stairs.  Just as we were ready to purchase our tickets for the 1:00 tour, the electronic sign flashed that it was sold out. We decided to try the 12:45 tour (which was 5 minutes away) which was the Domes and Dripstones tour.  You could say it was a compromise between the two as this tour was 2 hours, covering 3/4 mile with 500 stairs.
Our ranger guide stressed that we needed to stay together and not have gaps develop between us.  I took this as a personal challenge to keep up.  (OK - those in my family are not surprised by this).
I was able to do so, only because most of the trail, and all the stairs had handrails.  And where there were no handrails, Mike came beside me with his arm as a substitute.  You have to be thankful for the little things . . .

We descended 245 ft into the cave.  Fat Man's Misery was not part of this tour but there were several tight spots that had us turning sideways to navigate.  Once again, there were only 17 people on this tour and our two guides encouraged questions so I raised my hand often.  We were surprised to learn that Michigan sends the most visitors to the cave.

One of the highlights was at a stop on the trail that had benches for us to sit on, take a break, listen to the guide and ask questions.  After telling us what he was going to do, the guide turned off the few lights.  It was total and utter darkness, unlike anything we had ever been in.  Absolute absence of light. I was sitting next to Mike, and had I not been holding his hand, I would never know he was there.  We put our hands in front of our faces, and could not see them, even when they were only a millimeter from touching our noses.  They also asked us to be quiet, and the absence of sound was equally eerie.

We did see the Frozen Niagara formation along with beautiful stalactites (forming from the ceiling down) and stalagmites (forming from the floor up),

The park visitor center didn't have an orientation film but an excellent walk through area with displays on the geology and history of the world's largest cave.  We had a really enjoyable day exploring more of our country.

Thursday we are off to Nashville.


                                                  Entrance to the cave to board the boat



This was just inside the entrance, before we got on the boat.  An enterprising idea before the age of
                                                            air-conditioning!


Just as the boat took off, we had to duck very low to clear an overhanging rock formation



                                            A look up from where we had just descended


                                                     The Frozen Niagara formation


                           A stalagmite.  It reminded me of the hoodoos in Bryce Canyon, Utah


                                                   Beautiful, butterscotch colored stalacties

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Plains, Georgia

When we are driving from Florida back home to Michigan, we usually have tunnel vision.  We get on I-75 heading north and don’t stop until we get there.  But with the weather in Michigan still so cold/wet/dreary, we weren’t in a big hurry and decided to take a week to get back.

Visiting Plain, Georgia was not our main reason for spending several days in south-central Georgia.  We initially chose to camp in Albany to visit Sherwood Baptist Church, which produces the Christian-themed movies “Flywheel”, “Facing The Giants” (my personal favorite), “Fireproof” and “Courageous”.  When I went to the church (Mike was back at the RV on conference calls with work), I got to the front doors at the same time an older woman was entering.  She was there to help prepare their weekly community dinner.  Linda was extremely friendly, treating me like a VIP and gave me a personal tour of the entire church complex, introducing me to everyone in the kitchen and bookstore.

Later, looking at the map, we realized Plains was about an hour away.  After doing a little online research, we knew Jimmy Carter’s hometown was not where his presidential library is located (it is in Atlanta) but thought there might be other things to see or do in Plains that would make the drive worthwhile.  We can’t say we are big Jimmy Carter fans, as we both voted for Gerald Ford in the 1976 presidential election, but we enjoy history, and Carter is part of our country’s history.

We often say things are “in the middle of nowhere” but, literally, Plains is in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms (peanut and other products).  The downtown area consists of one block of businesses.  Not even a stoplight.  We had lunch at one of those businesses, The Buffalo Café, named for the school mascot.  The walls of the café were lined with team photos (old) and memorabilia (also old).  We each ordered the $2.99 cheeseburger. (it was delicious).  $2.99 for a cheeseburger?  You can’t even buy the bun for $2.99 at most restaurants!  No wonder Jimmy and Rosalynn returned to Plains after their four years in the White House and continue to live there.

We drove by their house, but a gate and gatehouse keep the public from entering the driveway.  They built the house in 1961, and except for the years of being governor of Georgia and President, this is the home the Carter’s have lived in since.

For such a small town, there were several places to visit, each one jogging our memory of the Carter years.    Plains High School closed in 1979 when the county went to a consolidated school district.  The building now houses the Jimmy Carter Visitor Center, run by the National Park Service.  We were told a movie on Carter’s life had just started so we could walk around the halls and exhibits until it started again.  An orientation film!  That must-see staple of our western adventure.  I knew then the drive to Plains was indeed going to be worthwhile!

Miss Julia Coleman, one of Jimmy and Rosalynn’s teachers, had a profound influence on the future president.  Quotes from her line the hallways of the visitor center.  President Carter used one in his inaugural address: “We must adjust to changing times and still hold to unchanging principles.”

The orientation film, as always, was very informative.  Carter entered the Naval Academy at 19, intending to make the Navy his career.  While home on leave, he had a date with his sister’s friend, Rosalynn Smith and they were married several years later in 1946.  In the film, she tells the following story:

“When Jimmy’s Dad died in 1953, we came back to Plains for the funeral.   So many people told Jimmy how his dad had helped them, how he made a difference in their lives.  Jimmy came to the conclusion that he could have more of an influence right here in Plains than climbing the ranks in the Navy.  We had seen the world in the Navy and I didn’t want to settle in Plains.  I only pouted about returning here for about a year.”

We also learned that when Carter was running for president, so many media people were coming to Plains to try to learn more about him, that the businesses were spending more time answering their questions than helping their local customers.  The empty train depot was selected to be Campaign Headquarters.  The choice was not hard – it was the only place with a bathroom!

350 Plains residents pooled their money and rented a train to take them to Washington for Carter’s inauguration.  It was dubbed “The Peanut Special”.  Women from the Plains Garden Club filled the White House with their floral creations.  And all were on the grounds after the parade for a BBQ picnic. 

Whenever Jimmy is in town, which is often, he still teaches Sunday School at the Maranatha Baptist Church.  There was a schedule in the visitor center of which Sundays in April and May that he would be teaching.  The church (likes ours) does not have a paid janitor.  The cleaning of the inside and upkeep of the outside is done by parishioners who volunteer their time. In keeping with his common man persona, Jimmy and Rosalynn take their turn cleaning toilets and mowing the lawn every other month.  The couple is a fixture at the Saturday night town square dance and at the two eateries in Plains.
All of these were reminders to us of Carter’s platform – he was a peanut farmer with small town values that resonated with the public after the Nixon Watergate scandal.

There is a replica of his Nobel Peace Prize in the visitor center.  A major highlight of the Carter Presidency was the Camp David Accords, the peace agreement between Egypt and Israel.

We left the visitor center and drove several miles outside of town to Carter’s boyhood home and the cemetery where his parents and siblings are buried. Then back into town to Billy Carter’s gas station, the train depot and to get a bag of peanuts and a scoop of peanut butter ice cream.

Traveling to, and leaving the rural Georgia area, got us off the expressway and we enjoyed the rolling countryside and other small towns.  Surprising to me, once you cross out of Florida, the palm trees disappear and the landscape is like home – pine trees and farm land. 

So much to see and do when we take the time!



                      Downtown Plains.  The cafe is the small building in the middle of the block.

                                Old Plains High School - now the Jimmy Carter Visitor Center



                  Replica of Carter's Oval Office and the Resolute desk used by many Presidents

                                 Jimmy Carter ran a peanut warehouse before entering politics

                                                      A snapshot of his political career

                                               Bronze replica of Carter's Nobel Peace Prize



                                                          Who can forget Billy Beer?

                                            The iconic symbol of Carter's presidential run