Howdy Doody Time
Originally uploaded by grabbingsand.
Not Belt Buckle. Bell Buckle.
We spent the daylight of New Year’s Eve in a tiny town in Tennessee.
We were in Murfreesboro for the holiday, visiting Cort & Julie, so this side trip was perfect for curiosity seekers like us. The primary industry of this former stop for the L & N consists of antiques, fudge and ice cream. In fact, the Bluebird has been named the finest ice cream parlor in Tennessee for three years running.
While it wasn’t at all crowded during our visit, Bell Buckle experiences a huge influx of people during two yearly occasions: the quilting festival and the “RC & Moonpie” festival. No lie.
(This was originally going to be a ranty post about our white knuckle return home. I had plans to denounce most of my fellow holiday motorists — particularly those from Illinois, who appeared to be mounting a rolling assault of slow-moving minivans and swerving SUVs on Monteagle Mountain and the interstate that cuts through it — but I decided to stick to just the photos for now. Enjoy the pretty pictures.)
