Earlier in the year, Toni decided she needed to go to Nashville to get some boots – sounded like the perfect excuse for a road trip to me. So after some basic outlining (and not much planning) we decided to go. Here’s our experience:
We left St. Augustine bright and early, stopping only for a cup of coffee & gas before we reached the Georgia border.
By 10:00 we were passing Horse Creek Winery – awesome wine with a horse on the bottle. Knowing they were open, we had to stop. After a half hour shopping trip, we each bought two bottles of their delicious wine.
Back on the road, we stopped at the well advertised Horse Town, south of Atlanta.
What a disappointment. The people there weren’t friendly and barely noticed we even existed. Toni found some clothes she liked but they didn’t have her size, so she’s going to stalk e-bay for it. They didn’t carry Kobi’s latest miracle cure, Killitch, either, but the unhelpful associate told me they have several items that “do the same thing”. I doubt that. They also didn’t carry any Australian tack, so the search for the 1 buckle girth continues. Toni and I left empty-handed. Which for two girls let loose in one of the largest tack shops I’ve ever seen says something.
The GPS got us lost in Atlanta and after a 20 minute detour through a sketchy part of town; we were back on the road.
Things were relatively uneventful until Nashville. Being that we were trying to be spontaneous, we didn’t reserve a hotel room. We figured a Tuesday night in July would be fine. We were wrong. After at least 12 different hotels, which were either sold out, doubled their rate for the evening, or gave us the feeling we might be killed, we settled on Fiddler’s Inn. It’s right next to a Cracker Barrel, so how dangerous could anything next door to the famous restaurant be?
Good choice: the beds and room was clean and at 8:30 P.M., after being on the road for roughly 14 hours, it was perfect.
After dining with the bears,
I fell asleep with Toni planning every stop and shop for the next 36 hours – we realized we’re not cut out to be spontaneous.