photography, travelJuly 21, 2005 9:10 am
After months and months of plain old slackassness, I’ve finally posted photos from my road trip with my girlfriend. We drove from Chicago to Memphis for about 10 hours through snow then sun. And by we, I mean, Sara drove. You see, I don’t have a driver’s license. At all. I have some driving experience, but compared to most 16 year old kids, it’s pretty pathetic.
The trip though was fan-bloody-tastic. We ate. We saw Graceland. We ate. We visited Stax Records. We Ate. We visited Sun Records. We ate again. I must have put on 10lbs after that long weekend.
The Graceland tour was the strangest part of the trip and it wasn’t so much the exhibits that freaked me out, as much as the fans making their pilgrimage. Lots of oddness. And surprising to me many of them were locals from neighboring states. When we came to the King’s final resting place, the solemness and the gravity of the gravesite held an aura that many take very seriously. I felt that we were not just visiting a legend of Rock and Roll but were in fact visiting a canonized Saint. The King Lives.
Here are the pics from the trip in two parts:
