Oct. 7

Breakfast this morning was a shared cinnamon roll that we bought on our way out of Lambert's Cafe yesterday. As you can see, It was barely big enough for us to subsist on with having to share it. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite as tasty as it looked.

We headed south toward Tennessee today, stopping in Hopkinsville, KY at the Trail of Tears Commemorative Park. This is a camp site and supply point for the Cherokees who were forced from their lands in Georgia (because the white settlers wanted more land to farm and then gold was found on the Indian land) and marched to the Indian Territory in what is now Oklahoma. They had to march through the winter which was an especially hard one in 1838-39. Thousands died on the forced march. Two notables, Chief Whitepath and Fly Smith, both in their 70's died here at the stop in Hopkinsville.

Sites such as these cause me to think about my values and pray that I don't ever have such a sense of entitlement that put myself above others.

We traveled through a lot of farm land, seeing the first tobacco that we'd ever seen growing-a little in the field and some drying on racks in a couple of places. There is a lot of hay around here, too. We had a short wait at one point as a guy had taken a corner too short and ended up with his auger in the ditch. He had to call in help from another tractor to get the wheel out of the ditch.

A lot of the little churches that we passed had fun signs out. Some of our favorite were:

When in doubt, pray it out.

Flee temptation

& don't leave a forwarding address.

Dairy Queen is not the only one with great Sundays.

And my personal favorite:

Sign broken--Message Inside

We are seeing a bit more color as we're traveling along today. Our campsite is the Cumberland Mountain State Park and it is beautiful. Thick, tall trees and campsites a nice distance apart. We have an especially nice one and it is much more level than last nights!