On the Road to Tennessee

Before hitting the interstate for the trip home, we stopped for one more place along the wine trail, Rustle Hill. It's a nice space on U.S. 51 south of Carbondale. They had an incredible stained glass exhibit in the upper balcony. Sandra sipped a glass of wine and we soaked in the last moments on the trail.


The Vines at Rustle Hill

Then we drove through the countryside and picked up I-57 and then quickly onto I-24 for the trip back home. Somewhere in Illinois, I started hearing--oh, yes--a very familiar sound, noticeable even with the windows up and the AC on--cicadas. The brood was out in force, though not continuously, along the road through Illinois and then Kentucky. Sometimes, we could also see the little buzz bombers as a few took to the air with their ungainly-looking flights.

The wheels spun quickly and we were soon back in our new home state. About 25 miles outside of Nashville, we turned off the interstate. There I like to turn onto State Route 49 and then S.R. 12. In particular, on route 12 from Ashland City to just north of Nasville, you can catch glimpses of the Cumberland River and some great views of the hilly terrain. Think green forested hills in a sunset light. That's the lasting image as we returned home.