Tennessee has quite a unique culture. Last night, we stood in line outside at Ridgewood Barbecue, voted Tennessee's best barbecue. We waited to get in at 4:30 p.m! It was worth the wait. The waitresses call you honey, baby, darling -- really helps when you're sixty, disheveled, bearded, and smell. Anyway, that barbecue powered us up those mountains today.
Here is some of what I saw. Salute to the AT, Tennessee, and America! Take care.



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