True Pioneer Women: Nashville to Beatrice, Cackling All the While

Inaccurately drawn map of distances traveled, one color per day.

Inaccurately drawn map of distances traveled, one color per day.

 

On Wednesday night Jess found me sitting in the Subaru trunk in a ten-minute waiting lot outside the Nashville airport doors, rainbow hat, purple pants, enormous smile. Our prairie river heartland True Pioneer Women roadtrip had begun.

The days that followed were a blur of neon and sunlight and sound and windows up and windows down and laughing, laughing about everything, singing along loudly, badly, crossing rivers and plains and selecting husbands and drinking hotel bed beers and dancing on Memphis rooftops and creeping in Kansas City bars and marveling at Laura’s House and Elvis’ House and all of the things in between. I have scarcely felt so fine, or patriotic.

The lady is an excellent traveling companion, additionally.

Honky tonking in Nashville, TN.

Honky tonking in Nashville, TN.

True Pioneer Women know how to open beers when resources are scarce.

True Pioneer Women know how to open beers when resources are scarce. Nashville, TN

On the road from Nashville, TN to Memphis, TN. Fleetwood Mac all the way to Graceland.

On the road from Nashville, TN to Memphis, TN. Fleetwood Mac all the way to Graceland.

 

Elvis loved peacocks and other wild animals. Memphis, TN

Elvis loved peacocks and other wild animals. Memphis, TN

Memphis got stuck in our hearts.

Memphis got stuck in our hearts.

Ghosts of music-makers past. Memphis, TN

Ghosts of music-makers past. Memphis, TN

Paying our respects to MLK. Memphis, TN

Paying our respects to MLK. Memphis, TN

 

Roadside in Arkansas

Roadside in Arkansas

Laura's House in Mansfield, MO

Laura’s House in Mansfield, MO

Das BierGarten. Saint Louis, MO

Das BierGarten. Saint Louis, MO

Mandatory arch pix. Saint Louis, MO

Mandatory arch pix. Saint Louis, MO

En route from Saint Louis to Kansas City

En route from Saint Louis to Kansas City

You don't know it yet, but you are my buddy. MO

You don’t know it yet, but you are my buddy. MO

Bursting hearts for the sweatshirted crowd at the Czar Bar. Kansas City, MO

Bursting hearts for the sweatshirted beard crowd at the Czar Bar. Kansas City, MO

 

On Sunday morning we crossed foggy cornfields and skirted Iowa, en route from Kansas City, MO to Omaha NE, where I left Jess at the tiniest airport in all the land.

It was with sleepy, lonesome excitement that I turned south to Beatrice, where I will remain until mid-October (despite the fact that our government has shut down).

A solo trip from Omaha to Beatrice, NE

A solo trip from Omaha to Beatrice, NE

First prairie sunset. Beatrice, NE

First prairie sunset. Beatrice, NE

 

Within six hours of my arrival, a stray cat came a-calling, yowling and garowwwwwling beneath my first floor window. It cannot be helped.

 

Eating Tuna

Eating Tuna

 

All along, Jake has been sending me updates of the three-legger back home, and reminding me not to bring home any prairie pets I might amass in my time here.

 

 

It turns out that it is easier to give a cat amoxicillin with two people, not one.

It turns out that it is easier to give a cat amoxicillin with two people, not one.

The girl gets smarter all the time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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