Photos from the Woolly Worm Festival last weekend. I didn’t get to race my worm, but I named him Woolly Nelson. He was looking awfully lonely in his cage tonight though, so I let him out and watched him skip off into the sunset in my backyard. Still pretty sure he would’ve won if I’d been able to race him.
Nashville to Kentucky to Ohio to Michigan to Indiana to Illinois to Wisconsin to Missouri and back.
Looking back, I’m still pretty sure this was one of the best ideas I ever had.
Gateway to the West. St. Louis, Missouri.
Sufjan Stevens. Champaign IL.
The Promised Land, Rendezvous: Home of the best ribs in the nation. Also the location of my life-changing Mark Lanegan sighting. Memphis, Tennessee.
View from the top of the Peabody Hotel. Memphis, Tennessee.
Terminal Brewhouse, Chattanooga, Tennessee.
