Jeff, Joe, and I are in Nashville, Tennessee at an IHOP on the edge of town. Camping food sure is rough. Actually, we did camp at a state park in Arkansas last night, briefly–we pulled in at midnight, pitched a tent in the dark, and then fought a minor war against invading mosquitoes until both sides dropped off to sleep. Although judging from some bites on my leg, the mosquitoes might have only faked a truce.
In a few minutes, we’ll leave Nashville behind and head down the road for the Appalachian mountains, more camping, and fewer IHOP lunches.