Cruising the Blues Highway

About a week ago winter officially ended and we entered that most glorious of seasons, the springtime. And that means a resumption of road trips. It’s time to return to the road, throwing caution to the wind and an inadequate supply of socks into my backpack.

Of course, the part of this continent that seems to have missed the “end of winter” memo is the Mississippi Delta (tornadoes, flooding, plagues of locusts and frogs). And, perhaps predictably, this is the location of my newest road trip.

Specifically, I stumbled upon a recommended road trip described as “The Blues Highway,” from Nashville, Tennessee to New Orleans, Louisiana. It takes you through the land of Elvis, BB King, Muddy Waters, and Booker T. Jones, not to mention various quirky landmarks that are best left to be revealed as I encounter them.

So my loving wife (who is always eager to help me leave) is about to drive me to Sacramento Intergalactic Airport, where I’ll be taking a red-eye on United. I’ll be landing in The Music City tomorrow at 9 am local time. (The flight goes by way of Washington, DC, which seems a little inefficient. But hey.) I’ll be blogging daily over the coming week…unless I get taken out by a pelting of toads.

Feel free to send me a message if you have any suggestions for stops generally along the Mississippi River. As is my usual approach, this trip isn’t planned out in any great detail….

C’est tout! Allons!