We crossed the Tennessee river, which we learned later in the evening runs backwards.
Small towns in rural america seem to be turning into ghost towns... I know it's been going on for a long time, but it left an impression seeing it first-hand.
We passed up the gas here, because I thought there would be easy gas in Saltillo where we were planning on spending the night.
Well, there was gas in saltillo, just not where GPS said:
It was down at the marina / trailer park / campground / restaurant / general store / bait shop. It was the only place open it seemed in the whole town. We got a campsite for $7... free laundry. Walked up to the restaurant and was served by a nice waitress with bad teeth. A shame.
Our day's stats:
This was where I was glad we brought the camp chairs
. It was a nice site on the river, as long as you photographed only from certain angles, if you know what I mean.
It was an interesting cast of characters living there. We spent the night listening to barges plying the river:
Imagining they were riverboats 150 years ago, but in the morning we saw they weren't...
Woke up bright and early with clean socks:
Grits for breakfast:
And we're back on our way.