East Tennessee certainly has more to offer than horses, old barns, and rusty trucks, but that is the kind of pictures we take. We were traveling and decided to take a different route that took us through Tennessee. At one point we stopped so Mary could take the wagon picture and the owner came out. I’m not sure but I think at first he offered it up for sale, but quickly it became, please take it with you. We did not take it. I could see us driving down the interstate being passed by a wagon wheel that just came off of the wagon tied to the back of our vehicle. At another point Mary spied a large old rusty work truck stored in a weed infested area between two buildings. I stayed in the car and Mary got out. Soon three workers came out of the garage to see why she was wondering around the property. I got out of the car. When Mary described how she viewed the truck and why she wanted pictures they were excited to tell stories surrounding their daddy’s truck and how he had started the business that they were now operating. When we got back in our vehicle I was covered from mid-thigh down by thousands of thistles that had attached themselves to my clothing, but we got the pictures.
