We started our day with some cream of wheat and oatmeal that we brought with us and went to the St. Louis Zoo. I was excited to be in an area where we could stretch our legs and have a change of scenery. We’ve been to several zoos growing up and we were very impressed with the St. Louis Zoo in comparison. Besides free admission, there was a large array of animals that were in large and clean living quarters. The many cats, especially the jaguar, were a highlight, as well as the giant turtles who seemed to put on a discovery channel educational special. We didn’t get to see the rhinoceros because she was hiding behind rock, but overall the zoo did not disappoint.
From there we had to check out Pappy’s Smokehouse, know for their Memphis style BBQ. The line was out the door when we got there a little before noon. But the hour wait was well worth it. Becca enjoyed the half rack of ribs, while I ate every crumb of my pull pork sandwich. We understood why people came from all over to eat there and why the NY Times thought it worthy to recommend. Already satisfied with St. Louis, we only had one more stop to make it complete. We had to see the Arch.
It could be spotting from miles away. As we walked closer to the Gateway of the Westward Expansion, the structure grew. It was so tall. We didn’t feel the need to go up in the tram, but did walk around the museum below and got a glimpse of the time of the westward expansion.
Then back on the road to Nashville! We were expecting only 2 ½ hours of driving, but somehow I remembered incorrectly, it was about 5 hours to our destination, but we still arrived in time to experience some of the nightlife that Nashville has to offer.
Our hotel clerk, gave us the directions to Broadway and told us that we would have no problem finding live music. Sure enough, after we walked down the street that some like to refer to as NashVegas, live music poured onto the sidewalk in front of every bar that we passed. The first place we walked into was Legends, there the music was a little too country for me, it was an old style that Becca didn’t even care for that much. Then the next place we wondered into had advertised to be bluegrass, but was more pop country. The group was made up of a few young girls, they were good, but we ventured to another bar we thought would be more interesting called the Blue Moon. There, we listened to a group of mostly women playing all kinds of country and even some Pat Benetar that I could sing along with. We had found just the right place, watching them I desperately wanted to be able to play the guitar and become a country singer; they looked like some pretty cool chicks.
356.3 miles
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