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.