Franklin, Tennessee

So the craziest thing that’s happened to me this entire trip happened the other day, in Franklin, Tennessee. Franklin is a quaint, artsy, economically flourishing town about an hour outside of Nashville. I went into town with Kelly, to have lunch with her husband on their 21st wedding anniversary (woot woot for staying together!). So we had this amazing picnic that Kelly made, sitting on the grass at Forth Granger, an old army fort that was used during the civil war.

Afterwards, Kelly and I went to The Factory, which is an old factory building that was fixed up and now houses lots of local artists’ work, as well as cute artsy stores and restaurants. It’s a pretty amazing place, and there were so many things I wanted. We went to visit a friend of Kelly’s who is a painter/artist there, but her old location was now being vacated by Native American artists with some beautiful pieces of jewelry, etc. So as Kelly talked with her friend at her new store location, I wandered back to the Native American work, where I was drawn eventually to the flutes they had there (ever since I almost bought that flute in Cherokee, I’ve wondered whether I made the right choice by passing it up).

Well, I was looking at the flute, and noticed a familiar symbol – the wolf’s paw located at the towards the end of the flute. I look at the woman, and ask if the flute was one of Mr. Barfoot’s, to which she replied, “Yeah, Mark’s just down the hall making a phone call.”

He was there. I turned and saw a row of other flutes on a stand, and there she was: my mulberry flute with sleeping beauty turquoise. I couldn’t believe it.

I had traveled for two weeks and hundreds of miles since Cherokee, North Carolina, and yet here was the flute I had left behind and thought about every day since. In a random town in central Tennessee.

Needless to say, the flute is now mine. 🙂


One Month Anniversary!


I’m tired and sort of just want to go to bed, but I needed to at least publicly acknowledge the fact that today is my one month anniversary on the road. I left Sturbridge, Massachusetts on April 30th, and today is May 30th… so that makes a month. Math was never my strong suit, but I’m confident in these calculations, and I just wanted to make it known that I am still alive, and have yet to completely lose my mind.

A statement which could certainly be put into question once one is aware of how I spent my day. First of all, I smuggled Panda into the Atlanta Zoo… so she could meet her family. Then I proceeded to try and keep from hyperventilating as I saw my first real pandas in over 16 years… ::sigh::

It was a good day.

It was a damn good day.

And yay me for one month on the road!