All sorts of plans were made to get Dwayne and Keith to the path of the eclipse, and Plan N seemed to be feasible to I tagged along to get a little sunshine and adventure. We flew to Nashville, rented both a car and a little Airbnb for three nights.
My favorite sort of travel is to walk out of a well-situated landing pad and just walk. And walk. And walk. We knew we wanted to see the capital buildings and the Parthenon replica, eat good food, and allow serendipity to manifest. Which it did, with a plinth graveyard and an unexpected Ruby.







Of course, that wasn’t the point of the trip. On Monday, we drove across two states to Missouri to set up a picnic around a reservoir. It was a lovely place to while away a sunny afternoon with a book and good company, regardless of impending natural phenomena. The few drones thinking they were oh so cool were mistaken, but I’m glad to experience an eclipse in this lifetime




