With little advance planning, I woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, and drove to Nashville. The day’s goal, seeing the Cleverlys at Station Inn, was accomplished without a hitch. The only other thing scheduled is a Long Players show on Saturday but I’m thinking there might be some other stuff in between. Supposedly, there’s thirteen hundred and fifty two guitar pickers around here somewhere.
This entry is to let blog only subscribers now about the trip and to provide a place for comments. The journal is here.
On Monday, the temperature in Cincinnati plummeted into the 30s and there were snowflakes in the air. I took that as a sign to leave town so I did. And headed north. I don’t mean just a few-miles-to-Dayton north but a few-miles-into-Canada north. On the surface, that must appear even more logic defying than my most recent trip to chilly Pittsburgh but it’s really not as dumb as it sounds. My target in Canada is Winnipeg, Manitoba. Almost as soon as I reach there, I’ll start south on my first full length drive of the Jefferson Highway and that will take me to New Orleans and the Gulf of Mexico. “Pine to Palm” as the highway’s nickname promises. Near the midpoint, I’ll pause for a few days to attend the 
I’m off to Georgia and I’m driving an entire US highway to get there. I’ve had the idea of driving all of US-25, which now ends/begins at the Ohio River, for several years. As I was weighing ideas for this year’s Christmas Escape Run, I finally took a look at what was at its other end and I liked what I saw. Brunswick, where the highway actually ends, has some history and so does nearby Jekyll Island.
I’m spending a couple of days, including Thanksgiving, at Natchez Trace State Park west of Nashville, Tennessee. This entry is to let folks who subscribe only to the blog know about it as well as provide a place for comments. The journal is 
More often than not, I wait until the first day of a trip is past and the journal for that day posted before making an entry here. Not this time. One reason is that most of the first day will be spent flying so there may be little or nothing worth reporting. Even if there are things to post, I may not have the time or energy to do it in a timely manner. The fact that all that flying involves six time zones won’t help. There are certainly enough potential problems with the first day’s journal post to justify doing the blog post a little early but I must admit that the timing just might be affected by my own excitement.