Moving from one King to another

We spent the last couple of days tracking down a famous guitar that belonged to the King of the Blues. We had such a good success at that we wanted to track down the origins of the King of Rock and Roll. If you don’t know who that is, you are probably too young to understand this blog. For the rest of you, we headed to Tupelo, Mississippi and the birthplace of Elvis Presley.

It was about just short of 200 miles from Jackson, Mississippi to Tupelo, Mississippi. We left Jackson under clear blue skies and upper 60’s temps. That’s just about ideal in my book for motorcycling. We rolled into Tupelo after a quick stop for gas, a little refreshment, and another required need. The Elvis Presley birthplace and museum is really nicely done. The museum is very small compared to the one at Graceland but represents Elvis life as he should be remembered, not necessarily the way I remember it.

It wasn’t overwhelmingly busy. It’s a weekend and it is possible that the true Elvis fans are aging out. In my opinion, the big draw here is the house he was born in. His family was poor and the house reflects the struggle of their situation.

We investigated the gift shop, the museum, and walked through the 2 rooms of the house. That cost us $36 each. We observed the outhouse but it was a replica. Elvis never did business in this version of the privvy so I didn’t bother taking a picture of it.

The last 80 miles of the day went smoothly and (most importantly) safely. About half of that distance was done on the famous Natchez Trace Parkway. That’s an easy riding road where commercial traffic is not allowed. There is not much scenery. The road bends back and forth at a sedate 50MPH but you are winding through trees on both sides. There is not much to look at unless you love picking out tree varieties.

Our home for the night is Florence, Alabama Holiday Inn. As always we were wanting something other than fast food and something other than Mexican fare. Mason had cancelled our first reservation in this area because there were no restaurants nearby. This was more than we could have asked for. There was a Logan’s Steak House across the parking lot from the front door of the hotel. Thank you Mason.

Those are not Elvis’ feet and legs. He wouldn’t wear silver shoes.

We’ve been keeping an eye on weather . It’s totally unpredictable this time of year. We’ve made the decision to go home from here in the next 2 days. It will be challenging but puts us in ahead a sizeable storm that is moving through the midwestern part of the United. States.

Another day of Henry’s Ramblings. Thank you for reading along.