Randy and I married 32 years ago today, in Las Vegas. Somewhere along the way, we began taking an anniversary trip every year. The move to Mississippi disrupted that tradition. For 10 years, we have been talking about driving up the Natchez Trace to Nashville. I decided this week that this was the time to do it, and on our anniversary weekend.
We rolled down windows and went to the car wash, so that is how the day started. Still, you have to laugh--we have never taken a trip yet that something hasn't happened, so guess it won't start now after 32 years of trips.
After a few blocks, I checked the map again and sure enough, I had told him to turn the wrong direction. Turn around, go back and start over. And of course, a train comes, and after that, the lights are set to stay green on our side about 3 seconds (literally, as in 1 car could go before it turned red again), so it took quite a bit of time to get to the school. I will post more later about the school itself, but after getting the photographs, and explaining to the woman who came out of her house when we stopped and watched me the entire time what I was doing and why (apparently, I seem to arouse a great deal of suspicion anymore by taking photographs--never have I been asked what I was doing and why before I started this project). After suitably impressing her, we headed back toward the Trace entrance.
Only, we missed it. I didn't see how Randy could have, but I was messing with the camera, so I was not looking. I mean, you have to drive right under the bridge that is the Trace, and there is a big brown sign that says "Natchez Trace Parkway." By then, it had been 2 hours since we left home, and Tupelo is only 45 minutes from our house. I said I could see it now, "What did you do for your anniversary? Oh, drove around Tupelo for a few hours."