Up
mid-morning,
and off on
411
southwest, 72 north,and
75 northeast,
back
to
40
West,
into
Central
Time,
watching
the
Grand
Divisions
of
Tennessee
scoot
by,
leaving
the greater Smoky Mountains east
for
the
rolling
central
lands
to
the
flats
leading
up
to
the
Mississippi
River.
Arkansas...
another
impressive
Welcome
Center
and,
beyond the anomaly of
Crowley's Ridge
storms south in the Gulf,
the problem of getting across to Little Rock, adjacent to the foothills of the Ozarks --
somewhat sketchy accommodations,
an eccentric automatic teller, and
another fabuloso Mexican dinner! As the night echoes with suspicious sounds yet nevertheless earthly delights, dream of the 67th day of summer, high down 1 to 90 (same as Memphis, but no doubt much less humid) back home (Maryville, 81; Little Rock, 89)...
