Day 26: Al’s Excellent Adventure – Crossing State Lines and Pizza Opinions
Today I said goodbye to Paducah, Kentucky, home of fried things and road signs that make you question your GPS, as I am headed southeast. Traffic was light, and I traded the majestic mountains of the Rockies for the lush green hills and ridges of the South. Let’s be honest though, the Rockies, both U.S. and Canadian, kind of spoiled me. Everything else now looks like it’s a small mountain trying too hard.
My destination: Ringgold, Georgia, to visit my good riends Kim and Phillip. I’ve really missed these two. It was a joyful reunion—southern hospitality mixed with hugs, laughter, and confused pets.
The drive itself was a tour of welcome signs. I left Kentucky, entered Tennessee, then Georgia, then Tennessee again? Then finally Georgia. It was like playing hopscotch with state lines. At some point I crossed the Tennessee River, and oh, there was a giant fire somewhere in Tennessee.
We went out for dinner to a place known for “the best New York-style pizza in Georgia.” it wasn’t bad. The crust was crusty. The sauce was saucy. It was edible. Let’s just say I didn’t cry tears of joy like a homesick New Yorker might.
Phillip and I are watching the MLB All-Star Game. Sophie and Maisie, the four-legged family members, popped in for occasional tail wags and petting. Fergie? She's hanging with Kim or barking at me. 😎
Tomorrow, it’s time to explore Chattanooga! I’m especially excited for Lookout Mountain, half in Tennessee, half in Georgia.
Stay tuned, the adventure continues!
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