On my way to Dyersburg, I had to drive back through Memphis.
I ended up on Front Street, and then I followed the signs to the Great River Road. I hit a beautiful stretch where the Mississippi flowed on my left and stately old homes sprinkled the right side.
Island Drive was the name of it.
Then, I hit a dead end.
Obviously, I turned right because water was my other alternative.
I followed it until I hit another fork in the road. This time, I turned left on a very windy road -- not knowing whether I made the right decision.
It turned into 2nd Street and spilled me back onto 51.
I made a left to go north.
I was on my way, and headed in the right direction.
The route was fairly straightforward with more bluffs.
Up -- then --- down.
Up -- then -- down.
I saw signs for a library and pulled into it, so I could publish the post I had created. I used the computer for about an hour in a little town called Millington. The air conditioning was a nice break from the heat.
Breakfast/lunch called, so back on the road I journeyed.
I ended up stopping in another little rural town at a place called Emilee's. I had a small ribeye steak and eggs breakfast.
Then, I drove through a fairly busy commercial town called Covington. A mix of industrial and industrial. I saw a large Unilever plant to my right on 51, and a CSC Sugar facility, too.
Followed by corn, corn, and more corn.
Then, I came upon Dyersburg.
I must have driven right by my next airbnb because while residential areas surrounded me at first; heavy industrial areas came right after that on 51.
I turned around and decided to go through the downtown area since I had passed signs for it earlier.
I drove around the town square. Later, I checked my phone's GPS.
My airbnb stay was behind me; I had passed right by it.
After a few other wrong turns, I found my place.
A beautiful, multi-story house overlooking a man-made pond in an affluent neighborhood.
My host was welcoming.
She immediately gave me full use of her garage (to park my motorcycle) and free reign on her washer/dryer.
We spoke for a long time: about small towns and narrow minds; about her daughters; and about traveling alone.
Later, I showered.
After my laundry was washed, dried, and packed, I walked to a
nearby coffee shop, Java Cafe, where I ordered a PB&J and a cup of tea.
Incessantly yawning, I knew it was time to go.
I walked back and fell asleep just after 8 p.m.
Both had sapped the energy right out of me.
Until we meet again, my friend.