Yes, that is me, crutches in hand, ice bag and knee brace in place, smiling through the pain.
Late Friday evening as I was descending into Chris' "Man Room" in the basement my foot slipped on the third from the bottom step. In my usual graceful manner I bounced, and none too lightly, the remainder of the way to the bottom. There was immediate pain and fear that I had in one clutsy moment, ruined our entire vacation. The one we had planned for six long months. When Saturday morning dawned the outlook was even more grave. The pain was intense and I was not able to bear weight on the wounded appendage. However, good fortune prevailed when I received a timely call from "the family physician." The call was for another reason entirely but it took me no time to begin begging for a consult. (Thank you Jerry) I have been following his advice religiously and I am pleased to report that the knee is recovering quite nicely. Yes it still hurts, but I am able to walk with a bit of a limp as long as I don't overdue. I am now convinced that surgery is not imminent and the trip can proceed. Do I hear an AMEN?
On Friday afternoon, prior to the "accident," we visited the famous Loveless Cafe. A Nashville landmark that has stood the test of time and progress.
Established in the early 1950's, the first owners of the Loveless served homemade biscuits and other southern delights out of the front door of their home. At that time the cafe was situated on the outskirts of the bustling town and catered to weary travelers heading to and from Nashville.
The enterprise grew, changed owners a few times, reinvented itself more than once until it evolved into it's modern day form. The restaurant remains in the original Loveless home. It caters to the same weary travelers and some very famous Nashville inhabitants.
It also serves the same homemade biscuits and I have first-hand knowledge that they are indeed tasty and definitely worth the wait.
The old motel has been converted into gift shops, art galleries, and other stores that cater to the wallets of guests patiently waiting for their beeper to issue the call to dine.
The second stop of the afternoon was the Natchez Trace.
I can only imagine how beautiful this roadway is in the fall. (Note to self: return in October for pictures.)
Our final stop of the day was the Harpeth River State Park. Probably the smallest state park in Tennessee.