Atlanta, Georgia
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Manchester, Tennessee
After a red eye flight from Anchorage to Philadelphia, with an early morning layover in Atlanta, we were exhausted. At our age and with a self-inflicted full schedule, however, there is little room for exhaustion. With that we jumped into our rented Chevy Impala our friend Kim was waiting for us in and headed off for Manchester, Tennessee, nearly 13 hours south. Dan and I passed out immediately, waking just in time to relieve ourselves at the Country Pride Rest Stop, which coincidentally was having its annual jamboree. This comprised of a local bluegrass band, dozens of old pick up trucks, enough Marlboro Reds to make the surgeon general cry, and lots…and I mean lots of parking lot jiggin’. This was no average square dancing I’d learned in middle school gym class. This kept us entertained for about 6 and a half minutes and we continued on.
We didn’t get into Manchester until around 12:30am, where we were instructed by our boss to meet up at Wal-Mart. I forgot to mention what exactly we were doing at this acclaimed hippie music festival – selling burgers and curly fries to make some extra cash that would cover the costs of our prior three-week adventure. I anticipate doing a full entry on how I fund my various trips, but this will surely be example one. We pulled into the parking lot to find thousands of eager Bonnaroo attendees awaiting the festivals opening doors the next morning. I found out that apparently Wal-Mart always allows anyone to camp in their parking lots. Allegedly it is the firm’s way of “giving back” to the community, and it was being fully exploited. As vendors however, we were able to get into the farm where the festival is held that night and actually camp out. This began the next portion of our road trip adventure at the Bonnaroo music festival.
The Country Pride gas station and their annual jamboree. Hee-Haw
The main stage before all the action started.
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