Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Nashville; Little Nashville, that is.

" Let's go to Little Nashville," Beautiful said.
"Sure.  But you'll have to get up and be ready to go early in the morning."
And she was.  She was ready to go by 11:10, so we started our outing on a lovely, sunny morning.
 I selected the quickest route which entailed a good bit of interstate driving.  We got to Columbus about 12:30 and I said, "Do you want to eat here, or go on to Nashville, which will take about twenty minutes.?"
"I'm really hungry," BBBH replied, "and there is a Denny's just ahead."
"Nah," I said, "I didn't drive all the way down here to eat at a Denny's.  Let's go on into Nashville."  And we did.*

 This was the middle of the week, perfect timing, for we would have the place to ourselves.  Well, with everyone between the Rockies and the Smokies.  Otherwise, we were by ourselves.
I should probably relate that I was doubtful about the "color" for our trees at home are quite splendid, so why a 200 mile round-trip to look at trees?  It is the thing one does in October.  Brown County is noted far and wide for its fall display.

We walked through the touristy downtown, selected a restaurant, a nice not-Denny's cafe, white tablecloths, and so on.  Decent lunch, touristy price. Following lunch, we walked a few more blocks, then came the promised rain, not hard, you understand, but enough to wet the shoulders.  We hiked it for the vehicle.

We drove the three or four miles to Brown County State Park.  The rain stopped and we started our Color Tour.
After the Park, we drove home, but by a more leisurely back roads route, much longer but not so nerve-wracking.
 Tomorrow will be a Wordless Wednesday in which the posting will show a few of the many snapshots we collected in the park.

*I've nothing against Denny's; I rather like them.  But given a choice of a Mom 'n Pop over the chain, I'll take the Mom 'n Pop.


Haddock said...

Like that house at the corner.

Jim said...

Yes, Nashville - small town charm, Indianapolis prices.

Jim said...

Yes, Nashville - small town charm, Indianapolis prices.

Shelly said...

Now that sounds like a fun trip! (I did have to laugh at a few places in your post, too-)

Lin said...

How fun that you two just picked up and went! I envy that. Sigh. Someday.....

LOVE Brown County. We used to go to the Covered Bridge Festival years ago---before it became so big and crowded. I'd kill for some biscuits and gravy or a pork chop sammich though. Mmmmmmmm..... all those delicious foods and the colors! WOW! The colors!!

Can't wait to see the photos.

vanilla said...

Haddock, there are some very nice houses in this small town.

Jim, exactly so.

Shelly, we had a great time.

Lin, it is a good life. Oh, wish you could have been here last evening. BBBH served biscuits and gravy with pork tenderloin. :-)

Vee said...

Brown County is so beautiful! I haven't been there since we moved away from Indiana 40 years ago, but I still have a palette knife oil painting of the Bean Blossom Covered Bridge. Judy Hurst is the artist. A while back our son and his wife were there and took a picture of that bridge to send to us. It has not changed. Someone recently told me that Ms. Hurst and her husband still have a studio in Nashville.

Secondary Roads said...

I prefer mom n pop also. Of course at the Big Chain you are lest apt to be surprised.

Grace said...

As much as I enjoy the Autumn season with the fabulous colors I have never understood people traveling distances both large and small just to see leaves change color - I mean it's not exactly a new phenomenon -

Loved leap peeping season when I lived in Vermont and managed a store - ka-ching, ka-ching! Tourists - Lord love 'em.

vanilla said...

Vee, Brown County is quite the "art community." Lots of artists and artisans (witness the chainsaw horse, for example.)

Chuck, hmmm. Yes, being surprised can be either a good thing or a bad thing. But I can get "chain food" right here at home.

Grace, so you are saying that even in the fall your favorite color is green (ka-ching!) New Englanders, love the colors or not, are surely fond of tourists.

Sharkbytes said...

Believe it or not, I've never been to that part of the state. I didn't know about the "Little Nashville" nickname.

vanilla said...

Shark, "Little Nashville" derives the nickname from the venues in and near the area where bluegrass and country music is featured.