WTF, was that a beaver?!

I've been in Nashville for the past...(counting) 6 days and we have been non-stop pretty much the entire time.

Today, we decided to take it easy. Everyone woke up feeling like they were molested jail style and some of us actually had to endure work. I give you mad props, Heather.

The plan was to wake up whenever my legs stopped cramping and allowed me to get out of bed and put on pants like a normal human being instead of a paraplegic. (no offense) Then to get on the bike and head out on the Natchez Trace drive. I later learned that it's 444-mile road through incredible scenery and 10,000 years of North American history! We would only do about 40 miles of it today.

We officially got off the couch and into our riding gear at 3pm, but not before inhaling a bowl of cereal....because, seriously, riding without Lucky Charms is just dangerous.

I can't put into words the beauty of this road. One really has to see it in person to appreciate it fully. Miles upon miles of rolling green hills, roads lined with trees, tiny creeks following the roads....absolutely breathtaking.

We stopped just before a long bridge so we could walk onto it and see the massiveness of the countryside..and after curbing my fear of heights (once again), I peeked over the bridge to see roads underneath hidden between hills with cars looking like soldier ants. I'm rarely left speechless...but this view did it.

The next stretch of road we rode with our heads in the cloud and our minds in space....until a fucking animal decided to b-line across the highway RIGHT in front of our front tire. We missed his tail by about 3 inches and nearly lost our lives trying to avoid HIS certain death. I thought it may have been a squirrel, Becky figured it was a muskrat? It could have been a beaver. Whatever the hell it was, it woke us right the fuck up!


All lives spared, we stopped a few minutes later at a creek to reflect on how close we were to peeing our pants and how much of a little girl I sounded like when I screamed.

The rest of the ride was critter-less and smooth, with the temperature at a perfect 76 degrees and a light breeze.


We made it back home just in time to meet with Heather and Gretchen to head to dinner at Loveless Cafe...good thing, too, because I was ready to run over a beaver and eat THAT.


Biscuits, country fried chicken, fried green tomatoes, pulled pork sandwhich....my fat kid was sitting at the table clapping her hands like a little seal.

I needed to be wheeled out of that place.


I swear when I get back to LA, I'm going to need to expand some doorways and maybe a few pairs of pants.

Left overs packed into the fridge, it's time to get some damn rest so we can do nothing but RELAX tomorrow.

I hear thunder and see lightning and feel like I'm about to get swept up and taken to Kansas. 


Another amazing day and night in Nashtyville!