Land of the Holy Waffle

Saved By Hash Browns With Cheese

We drag ourselves into a Tennessee 24-hour Waffle House like it’s a secret that we’re even there - 100 miles from Nashville, bedraggled, hungry, with a full day of adventures (some epic, some frustrating) behind us.

Our waitress is Destiny, a dang fitting name considering the day we just had, and I say “The kid has never had your hash browns.”

And she says, “With cheese obviously.”

“Obviously!” we both say a little too loudly, punch drunk from the late hour, the rain, and decisions made to bring us to this point.

From Avis, the - literally - worst rental car company in the solar system screwing up our rental and costing us THREE hours of our morning.

To the incredible Georgia Aquarium that graciously rescheduled our entrance passes after the aforementioned screw up.

I’ll write about both those things in due time.

But tonight we dig in at a near empty church of the waffle, holy ground for weary travelers, and we talk of Patsy Cline and hurricanes and corn dogs from Love’s. Outside the rain swirls and Destiny writes “With Love” on the check which comes to a whopping 5 bucks.

Ups and downs, head up, straight on till dawn we keep moving, her and I, and eventually we’ll get - well - there. Probably.