Ode to Billie Joe

We only needed to travel 69 miles yesterday, from Enid to Memphis so we’re not in any hurry. We enjoy a second coffee, the dogs get an extra long walk. Life is good.
We come out of the park, turn right on the county road and see a sign pointing to Choctaw Ridge.

Yesterday we drove through Carroll County, now we’re on ¬†Choctaw Ridge. Could this be going where I think it’s going? Sure enough, about 10 minutes later we cross a bridge over the Tallahatchie River. My brain starts singing

“It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty, delta day……”

I’m OK now though. Now we’re parked on Love Me Tender Blvd in the Graceland RV Park in Memphis with good buddies Bob and Marjorie next door.

love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go..”

Orange World Travelers


Yesterday afternoon about 30 cars, trucks and motorcycles all wrapped in the same orange pull in and find parking spots here in the park. They are doing a 25,000 km (15,000 mile) trip from New York, across the US, through Mexico and Central America with a destination of Rio to take in the World Cup.
Some are in RV’s but most are in tents set up beside their vehicles.
I admit it. I’m a little jealous. Imagine the stories they’ll have!

You can follow them right here.

“Today Billie Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge”

3 thoughts on “Ode to Billie Joe

  1. Those crazy Dutch folk. Can’t think of anyone else who would travel all that way for a football match. (They go nuts over football *read: soccer*, let me tell ya)
    Wonder if they packed along their bikes?
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