November 1 rainy, misty and a tad cold.

Memphis the city of Kings! We arrived just as it got dark, but Marg managed to get us to Elvis Presley Boulevard and our camp ground on our second circuit. The sign is after the campsite entrance.

The boulevard is weary and in need of repair and renewal. The same can be said of our campsite—not shabby chic, just shabby. Two blocks down the road is Graceland. We are very near the airport. I imagine Graceland was out in the country when built, but it is disappointing to see the entrance to this shrine in this sad part of town.

We will do the tour and I hope that we can fit in a stop to the Civil Rights Museum.

I-40 is a truck route and is like no other road I have ever been on. Twelve semis can be coming toward you on the other side of a nice wide median. There is rarely a moment when one is not passing and one is in front and behind.

I wish I were in the land of cotton. I got my wish. There were cotton fields along the entire length of our trip and cotton dust bunnies along the road next to fields that had already been picked.

There wasn’t much opportunity for pictures—rain, mist. So Marg is ready to serve lasagna. I best be ready.

So here are your questions:

Who is the other king that made this city infamous?

What river is Memphis on?

Memphis would be part of next fall’s tour as would be Pigeon Forge—Dolly here we come?

Cheers