Erin snapped the photo above. Didn’t ask what the tornado on sale was. She regrets not doing so.
I’m writing this in a motel room in Nashville. Daughter the Elder is kind of disgusted by the, shall we say, inexpensive accommodations, but it’s a perfectly serviceable place to sleep. It also has a surprisingly excellent outdoor pool.
And it’s packed! Totally and completely. We were, frankly, lucky to get this place for $80 per night when I booked it eight weeks ago. Someone here from Baltimore booked a room six months ago for $60, and he noticed someone else paying upwards of $200 for a room today.
We are heading out Monday afternoon. I had planned to stay overnight in Nashville, but as decent as the motel has been in terms of its service, they still assigned me a smoker’s room. And it seems that the hotels had been anticipating a flood of people tomorrow, and aren’t getting it, so we’ve lucked into a room in downtown Louisville. The executive suite normally sells for $313 per night, and we’re getting it for half price. It’ll be nice to be pampered.
There’s been a lot of driving on this trip, but we did see some beautiful cityscapes. Cincinnati pushed us off our Interstate as the one Interstate bridge over the Ohio River was at a standstill over construction, and I convinced Google Maps to find me an alternate that took me through the city’s downtown. Cincinnati has some interesting things going on, with rugged terrain, some run down areas, but a pretty built-up and invested-in downtown. And we were impressed by Louisville, which is so full of trees, and gave us a fantastic fried chicken lunch. We also saw more than a few “Welcome Immigrants/Refugees” and even a “Ditch Mitch (McConnell)”. Not something I would expect from the red state of Kentucky.
Now it’s time to sleep, and see the lights go out all over the city of Nashville tomorrow…