I got a little lost.
I made it to Camden, TN. It was supposed to be a 20 mile day, but I made a wrong turn and ended up being 24 miles.
On my way out of town, I stopped at the Baptist Church. Great sermon on knowing Jesus.
The walk was great. The weather was perfect and the shoulder was wide.
Another butterfly flew around me for a few minutes. It kept landing on my cart, would fly away and come back.
I stopped at the Halfway Market to get some lunch. My dad said I had to have a thick cut bologna sandwich while I was in Tennessee. So I did. It was really tasty.
While I was there, Al was asking about my trip. The market has a Facebook page and Al gathered some information so the market could post my story on their page. As I was leaving, Renee, the owner, gave me a nice BBQ sandwich for later and took a picture with my cart.
I passed the Trail of Tears. A sad part of our history. The Tennessee Trail of Tears story is one of removal camps and detachment routes. Cherokee driven from their homes in Georgia and North Carolina arrived in Tennessee, where they waited to be organized into “detachments” to take them to Indian Territory (present-day Oklahoma), a home they never wanted.
I made it to the hotel. The owners were very sweet and gave me water and a discount to the room. The hotel is very nice and clean.
My feet are a little sore tonight. I will see how I feel in the morning before I decide to walk or stay one more night.