day 53 and 54: memphimorphasis

Memphis is known for its great music and it definately  lived up to the hipe.  Beale  st is the hoppin  place to be.  One can consume alcohol on the street at ones leisure.  And one can find a plethora of bands, talent, and great people and food.   I feel inspired with musical joy and enlightenment.  I feel like the kid who once jammed  a plastic guitar while  jumping on his bed years ago has been awoken and now has the desire to be a musician again.  Just another reason I can't wait to get to new orleans.

Not much to say other than I had a great time in memphis.  I met a bunch of awsome people.  The people at the outdoors  store gave me a free visor, I I'll get a picture with it soon.  Hopefully there's no copyright infringement.

We're about 630 miles away and our goal is to get there in 3 weeks.  I think it's possible but this part of the river has no service stops or cell reception.  We're stalked up though don't worry, we're not going to starve.

Also we hear there's wild bore running around and that they are a bigger threat than anything.  But if I die by wild bore attack then I guess I will have died putting up a fight, which I feel is a respectable way to leave this plane  of reality.