I know, I know… no one can just “get lost” in a big city like Chattanooga… but, there was this “Detour” sign, see, and, well… oh, never mind.
At any rate, after passing through parts of Chattanooga even MAPS ignore, managed to regain US-64, segue onto I-26 for a short period (long enough to be impressed that this MUST be America’s fireworks “Heaven”… every few miles promising “Biggest”, “Best”… what ever happened to whiskey?), and finally back onto US-64.
Long, quiet, valleys of rolling, empty, green fields; occasional “fences” of trees; and forested, charcoal green mountains under blue skies filled with exotically-shaped white clouds… sparse traffic…how easy to drive… mindless: brain processing, yet, in a kind of “overdrive” where thoughts become kaleidoscopic.
Decide to “exercise” in Fayetteville/TN: great decision, except it’s 93-degrees and humidity is twice that.
Find an old historic district of homes, some, elegant; some, merely individualized. Wedding cake Douglas-Wyatt is a member of National Register, yet, right down the street, a modest, yet unique home sits close to an old Southern “manse”.
Downtown, Lincoln Theater blatantly advertises its new “digital” status, while a block away, a steady stream of box-bearers moves “antiques” from old store to new, in a row of buildings which looks little changed in over a century.