Parton, Presidents, and the Parthenon: Nashville!
Since we are spending a few days in Music City, I thought I’d try my hand at a country song:
Oh I went for a ride but I popped a tire.
I tried to see the sights but then it rained for a hour.
We’re camping on a lake, but I can’t swim.
I see a lot of deer but I can’t catch them.
Do I have a future with the Grand Ole Opry, or what?
Let me take a moment to sing the praises of Cedar Creek Campground. 35 minutes from Nashville, on Old Hickory Lake with grass, space to spread out, and a picnic table! Expectations are simple when you live in a fiberglass box.
Cedar Creek also has laundry, and a bathroom designed by the Army Corp of Engineers.
Beggars can’t be choosers.
Because I am a teacher, I can’t beat the early bird out of me, even in the summer. As a result we generally arrive in cities hours before anything is open, which means we get to check out local parks.
Centennial Park in Nashville was a surprise, not because it houses the typical pond/fountain/glass tile dragon/walking paths/cute baby ducks/memorials—
—but also a full scale replica of the Parthenon.
Yeah. The Parthenon.
What made our visit to the “Parthenon” more surreal is that it coincided with the Pokemon Go Fest 2021. If you aren’t as cool as me, what this means is that the entire park was full of people congregated around all of the monuments (including the Parthenon), as this is where Pokemon creatures tend to virtually congregate.
And where human creatures congregate in real life.
On to Broadway! (Nashville, that is). Let’s go.
If you want to wear a fur-lined cowboy hat and dance on a bus platform pulled by a tractor, this is the place.
Broadway in Nashville is neon, cowboy-boot-wearin’, Honky Tonk central.
Honky Tonk Central is 3 floors, 3 bands, and 3 bars; and there are about 30 other honky-tonks just like them. I love to people-watch and you can watch some fascinating people from the second floor balcony. My favorite was the guy with the trained cats. I gave him $5 for cat food.
Wait to see what is looks like on Friday.
Because I am a child of Hee Haw, we also took a backstage tour of the Ryman Auditorium.
The Ryman was the original stage of the Grand Ole Opry, and since PBS was one of the 3 TV channels we had as a kid, was also part of my viewing repertoire. Hee Haw and the Grand Ole Opry— no wonder I am the way I am.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but walking across the stage in the illustrious footsteps of Minnie Pearl, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, Dolly Parton, and Bill Monroe left little tingles on the back of my neck.
After the tour, you can duck into Ryman alley, which connects the Ryman to Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge, a purple and pink Honky Tonk where Willie Nelson and Patsy Cline would hang out after shows.
A bit more wholesome than Broadway is Music Row, where we peeked in the windows of RCA studios to try to get a glimpse of Elvis’s piano.
For free, we decided to walk down to Owen Bradley Park, which celebrates the producer who brought the “Nashville sound” in the 1950s and ’60s. But we really went because of the statues and photo ops. Do it for the ‘gram.
Last country music thing, I promise:
We went to the Grand Ole Opry!
I realized a few things at the show:
1. Three acts is the perfect amount of any band.
2. Riders in the Sky are my new favorite western music band.
3. You know you’re old when you’re super-excited that the show is over by 9:00pm.
Okay, that’s it for music talk. On to… political controversy! I spent an afternoon at The Hermitage: 7th President Andrew Jackson’s plantation home near Nashville. The “People’s President” was an interesting guy: madly in love with his wife, hero of the Battle of New Orleans, and Indian Killer. But, a snazzy dresser.
Happily, most of the rhetoric around Jackson is in the form of the 17-minute introductory video that comes down on the side of Jackson-the-hero. Then, you walk down a pretty path across the plantation for your mansion tour.
You can take zillions of photos of the gardens and the grounds. You can walk about a mile through the property to former slave quarters, the springhouse, and the former cotton plantation. Which I did.
Build your house next to your life-sustaining water source.
After the grounds walk, proceed into the bliss that is modern air conditioning, in the form of a cafe and gift shop.
There’s also a complimentary wine tasting at the end of the tour, so there’s that.
If you know me, you know how much I love the heat and the sun. If you don’t know me, that would be not at all and not even a little. But I like to be outside, and if you’re outside in Tennessee in the summer, you are dealing with it.
I walked a half mile through air that shimmered with heat, and arrived at the marina to rent a boat and paddle out into the direct path of the sun to the sandbars on Old Hickory Lake.
Bully.
We also took our bikes over to Shutes Recreation Area and rode surrounded by bunnies and deer.
As a New Englander, I think we should do something about our over-abundance of squirrels and significant lack of bunnies.
Tennessee was great, which goes against all of the rules for a good country song.
I tried to find things to complain about, but complaints were (happily) in short supply. So here’s the end of my country song:
There’s honky tonky history in Nashville,
and the Grand Ole Opry was fun,
Andrew Jackson was a dictator,
But you’re on the surface of the sun.
That Heron better not show his neck around here! Nobody messes with my sister❤️