Today was a day of driving.

The morning was the usual. Orange juice, followed by coffee, followed by pineapple, followed by…Oh that’s right, that awful cinnamin flavoured granola we bought. Neither of us thought we could stomach it this morning, so Mike got out the cooker and made bacon and eggs.

We stopped at a visitor centre to ask about walks. He said we needed to watch out for ticks, they are everywhere. They carry disease and will drop out of the trees on you, he said. Make sure you spray poison all over your clothes, he said. Yikes. As if I wasn’t already scared of ticks!

We drove for most of the day, even though it was only 233 kms. We left Kentucky and are now in Tennessee, not too far from Chattanooga. You know the song. We saw a campground on the way called Skull Island, and that’s where we are!

It’s a weird name for an island but there’s some interesting history behind it. In the 1800s there was a town in the valley. Chattanooga was prone to flooding so in the 1930s, they decided to build dams to stop the flooding. The people living in the valley were told they had to move as their town would be flooded. They also had the option to move their dead from the graveyards which some of them did. But a lot of graves remained and when they built the dam and flooded the valley, the bones all rose to the surface and landed on Skull Island. Hence the name.

We chose a pleasant camping spot overlooking the lake and had a pleasant nights stay.

Not much else to report today. We did do a Walmart stop as I needed a few more things.