I woke up yesterday morning feeling unusually tired. Greg finally managed to drag me out of bed and away from my book around 2:00 p.m. for a bike ride.
We headed to the Percy Priest Lake trailhead and got on the Stones River Greenway. It is a lovely paved multi-use trail.

After 2 miles, we hit a snag. The bridge was out.

We turned around and headed back to the campground to get ready for our next adventure of the day.
After our backstage tour of the Opry House yesterday, we concluded that a trip to Nashville would not be complete without actually attending the Grand Ole Opry itself. ( I still can’t figure out what to call it. Concert? Radio show? Event?)
Anyway, Greg bought tickets online, and off we went.

It was a blast.
There were seven artists performing. Each one did three songs, so if you weren’t particularly fond of one artist, their performance didn’t last very long. These are the best of the best of country music, though, so there wasn’t a bad performer in the bunch.



As I was listening, I had what to me felt like a revelation. Good music is good music, regardless of the genre.
















