Sunday dawned wet and dreary. Pat and I were sitting around bored and not really wanting to play on the computer (I know that had to come as a shock!) We looked at each other and started talking about how wet it was and we wanted to go on a ride. The rain let up shortly after that and we said well why not go? So off we went! We had not gone 2 miles when it started raining again. We put on our rain coats and said let's keep on. I am telling you, I think we are becoming diehard bikers! LOL We kept going and ended up in Dayton Tennessee, home of the Tennessee Strawberry Festival and Scopes Trial. Here is Pat holding up a lamp pole. In this next picture Front and center is a World War2 Memorial. Behind that is the courthouse where the famous Scopes Trial was held. Every year they hold a reenactment of that trial.
Now you can't go the Dayton without getting some strawberries. We stopped in a produce stand and I bought a flat of berries. We are on a motorcycle! LOL I took all the berries out and loaded them up in one of the saddlebags. Those berries are so sweet! No sugar needed at all! Nothing like getting fresh picked berries and eating them.
After that we decided it was time to go home. Not 5 minutes later we decided to go to Fall Creek Falls. Off we went over the mountain headed to Pikesville and the park. Over winding roads climbing high into the clouds we went. The rain kept drizzling on us and occasionally the sky would open up and pour on us. Like a postman, nothing was going to keep us from our task! We were going to the falls!
After going over 2 mountains we finally arrived at the falls. We were tired and nightfall was coming. A quick drive thru the park, or at least enough of a drive to know we will be back, we headed home. Fog had set in and we knew the trip home could be very dangerous. Pat drove very carefully. On occasion he would pull over and let a car go by rather than let them stay behind us. Finally we were out of the mountain and the fog. We headed for home. We still had about 75 miles to go before we could rest our heads.
As we headed for home I kept seeing this strange glow in the sky. It was an orange glow that was not a sunset. The sun had been down for awhile at that time... not that it ever showed its face that day. I realized I was seeing the lights of Chattanooga. The closer we got the more I realized how much I would hate to live in a city again. I just can't imagine living in a place again where I cannot see the stars at night. I know you can see the stars in the city but, you can't see them all, only the brightest ones. I want to be able to step outside and smell grass, trees, flowers, skunks even! Not oil and pavement or exhaust fumes and maybe the occasional whiff of growing things. I guess my nose and eyes are spoiled now.
Back home after riding 230 miles, our longest trip yet. I do look forward to more trips in the future, rain or no rain.