Nashville from the Cumberland River |
After talking it over with my boyfriend, we started looking out west in Wyoming and quickly found out that even a year in advance, we were too late to the party. Rooms were booked in the path of totality. This was beyond frustrating - I wanted to be ahead of the curve and instead I was playing catch up. So, out came that Washington Post map and we looked at areas all over the west. With the path cutting from Oregon to South Caroline, we had options - or so we thought. Everywhere we looked was booked. So, we gave up on our western wishes and started looking at alternatives. We already knew that Charleston would be out as a option since we visited last year AND the summer weather runs a higher risk of storms. In the center of the country, a few mid-western cities had options - St Louis, Kansas City, Nashville... I had been to all of them but John had not. Nashville seemed like the best option. He really wanted to visit and my last trip there was over 10 years ago. It was the biggest major city on the path. When I found a room with a decent rate in the burbs of Nashville, and I locked that in immediately. With rooms booking around $700-$800/night, finding something under $150 was a treasure. Decision made!
The Hermitage |
I also wanted to plan the trip for fun outside of the main event. Price gouging was already underway a year in advance. This meant we needed to lock things down, but after looking at the airline prices, and fuming over the prices (of over $700/person), we decided to drive to Nashville. This would give us more flexibility and add to our mobility in the city.
Flash forward a year, with an ambitious itinerary laid out, we left for Tennessee on a Friday afternoon, well ahead of the crowds... or so we thought. After a night in Knoxville, we arrived at the Hermitage to insane crowds. People were parking in the grass fields. As the afternoon temperatures soared, the line to view Andrew Jackson's house kept growing. It was here, that we heard for the first time that Nashville was unprepared for the crowds of the weekend. We waited for over 1.5 hours to walk through the home; afterwards, I walked some of the grounds, before we both retreated to the air conditioned museum. But these lines meant that our plan to visit Belle Meade had to be scrapped. We had enough time to make it to Brentwood, check into the hotel, change and head into the city for our dinner cruise.