Friday, September 17, 2010

Bridge to somewhere

We like to discover and walk across pedestrian bridges that move when you do.  Rose tries out this one somewhat east of Amarillo.  Also somewhat east of Roanoke and Catawba.

Catawba!

In late June, Karen and Charlie (and his parents) continued clearing land so they can build a house.

Dig a trench, fill a trench.  Mom & daughter.

















Lots of trees to knock over, pile up, drag around, burn.

















And why not import a Texan Cowgirl when you (literally) need someone to pound sand?

Annual Car Show in Downtown Roanoke

We took pictures of the best Mopar cars in the annual (end of June) Roanoke show.

1971 Plymouth 'Cuda.  Sign in window claims "Unrestored."

















Roadrunner -- I like it.



Badging and decal on fender says SuperBee.  Curious George says "That' not right!"

Emory & Henry College

Our son-in-law, Charlie, went to Emory & Henry College, so we wanted to go there too.  Rose verified that the football field was prepared correctly for the upcoming season.

Classic Cars in Lebanon, TN

As we left Nashville, we saw a sign for a Classic Cars museum in Lebanon, TN.  I think it was actually labeled a "muscle car museum."  In retrospect, we went so you don't have to.  I took pictures of the two Mopar cars.


Nashville in June

Although we have no pictures to prove it, we stopped in Nashville overnight on the trip back to Roanoke. We stayed at the Holiday Inn Express, which was excellent; close enough to walk where we wanted to go. We spent several hours in the Country Music Hall of Fame, which we liked as well as, and possibly more than, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland.  Both are worth visiting, and don't scrimp on time. We also spend an evening at a honky tonk bar listening to classic country music (beware that most bars feature newer-style music).  We also walked by the river that flooded a year or so ago.  A good place to visit.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Austin to Roanoke

We took a few days to drive from Austin to Roanoke, stopping along the way at a few places we wanted to see.  Stop No. 1 was Breaux Bridge, Louisiana, in the heart of Cajun music country.

We spend much of a Sunday afternoon at La Poussiere, which was indeed an authentic Cajun dancehall that catered to locals and a couple of novice Texans.  Outside, a very unadorned square building with a sign.  Inside, the layout was much like the Broken Spoke:  a bandstand at one end with a large dance floor in front of it, and tables and chairs on either side of the dance floor.  Rollicking good music.



Then, at dinnertime, we went to Mulates restaurant, which had similar music, but is built and priced for tourists.  Both places had good bands and prominent steel guitar players.  Surprise!