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State # 16 |
I
was pretty excited to be going to the South for the first time and was
even more excited that I would be hitting 3 states in total. My friend Noah had decided to fly into Little Rock as it was the cheapest flight around and from there we would take a rental car and drive immediately to Memphis .
If you are interested in a more detailed account of the drive to Memphis , please check out my Arkansas Blog. But on this page I will give you a brief synopsis. Basically it was decided by my friend Noah and I that we would take back roads to Memphis as the Interstate tells you nothing about a state. Pretty much you have cars, signs, more cars, McDonald's and cars. Not thrilling. Taking the back roads was eye opening, scary, fun and informative; so many emotions wrapped up in one trip! Stopping at various places along the way was even more interesting!
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The Great Pyramid of Memphis |
As we got closer to Memphis, I pulled into a factory parking lot and announced that Noah would be driving the rest of the way. This was news to him. See, I don't like driving in the city as it makes me nervous and I get aggressive and start yelling things and honking. Nobody hears what I yell except my passengers, but still, it isn't pleasant for anyone! Noah didn't mind, though he wished I had announced it earlier, but I am spontaneous person.
I adore Noah, but I wasn't prepared for his driving. It was slow and jerky. He was driving 5 under or the speed limit only, no more; two very different styles. I was a little scared actually, but my guess is he was frightened by my driving as well. Especially when the choice words started to flow; so we were even. As we headed over the main bridge into Memphis , the words began to flow once again! That thing was large and in charge of my fear. I hate bridges! I told him to drive in the middle lane, but he told me we needed to be in the right. I said I didn't care and you know; I really didn't. But he was going by the map and that was how it was going to be. Before the trip I had been excited to finally see the Mighty Mississippi. No longer! It is no exaggeration; it is huge and mighty alright; mighty scary!
When we got of the exit Noah told me he wanted to stop at the Visitor Center first. There was no argument from me, I was just happy to be alive. It was pretty empty at the time we went as the weather was overcast and it kept sprinkling, so parking was a breeze!
But before we entered the visitor center, we wanted to get some pictures near the Mississippi as there was a great view there. You know, the river wasn't so scary from this view point; it was kind of nice, though brown. I guess when the river travels that far it churns up a lot of dirt. It kind of reminded me of the Hudson River but on a larger scale.
I was surprised to find that the visitor center was so large. The ceilings were high, making me wonder if there was more than I was seeing. It also was kind of sparse, but there was reading material everywhere and screens with the blues playing, ahhh yeah. Also, there was Elvis everywhere. There was a cardboard cutout of younger Elvis for people to pose with. I
had to argue with Noah that we needed to keep the photos clean as there
was a child in the center. Also, there was a big bronze statue of Elvis
in a small room in front of us. I don't know why, but I didn't get a picture. I think it scared me too much!
After we got our maps, we were ready to find our hotel, The Sleep Comfort Inn. It was supposedly right off of Front Street . Yeah, right. This
hotel was impossible to find, we finally called the hotel's front
desk to help us out, but their directions made no sense. We kept going in circles around it but couldn't get to it because the One Ways were killing us and a few roads had closed. There were police everywhere, too! It turned out that it was the Fourtieth Anniversary of the death of Martin Luther King, Jr. Noah and I had no idea! No wonder why the streets were a little crazy, though I think finding the hotel would still have been a pain.
After circling the block four times we got directions from a couple of police officers who were hanging on the street corner. They informed me that we needed to go around the block again and go down a small side road off of Front Street . So we tried to find it again, foiled! Apparently, the fifth time is a charm as we found the hotel.
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The Mighty Mississippi |
After that, we headed over to the Peabody Hotel to see the Duck Walk in reverse at 5PM. The Duck Walk is a tradition that had been going on at the Peabody for 75 years. How it started was the General Manager of the Peabody
had gone hunting with his buddy but it had been a bad hunting day. They
didn't want the day to be a waste, so they found some comfort with
Jack. Yep, Jack Daniel's, Tennessee 's own! Along with Jack, they brought back their ducks. Back in the 30's it was fine to use real duck decoys (lovely)! Well, the guys were so smashed they put the ducks in the fountain in the lobby and went to bed. The next morning, the ducks were still there and a crowd had circled the fountain in appreciation. Bingo! A grand idea was born! Everyday at 11AM the ducks with the help of the Duck Master march to the fountain. At 5PM, they go up to their "penthouse" on the roof of the Peabody to retire.
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Duck Walk! |
The
whole event starts with the Duck Master telling you the history of the
Duck Walk and then he removes the barrier from the fountain, slams down
his cane and out the ducks go! Well, the night I was there they didn't go without a fight. This was only their second day and they didn't want to leave and kept running back into the water. Finally, after a few moments of coaxing these guys booked down the stairs and onto the red carpet straight to the elevator! It was classic!
After the duck walk, the crowd thinned a bit and we decided to grab a table and order some drinks. I
was told that the drinks at The Peabody were expensive, but I found
them to be about the same price as they are in NYC, so I wasn't
shocked. The
service was very good and our waitress was very pleasant and great with
people; though she thought I was Irish which I thought was funny. For some reason I confuse people a lot when it comes to where I come from in and out of the US .
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The Duck "Palace" |
After the drinks, we decided to look at the Duck Palace which is open on the top of The Peabody. This is where the ducks retire when they are not in the famous fountain in the lobby. You can see the ducks in their "Palace" until 11PM at night and since we planned on eating and hitting Beale Street soon, we decided now was our chance.
When we exited the door that lead onto the roof, we were hit with a blast of cold wind. For some reason I though that in April Tennessee would be warmer than it was. It was freezing, but there was a beautiful view of the downtown area all lit up. The ducks are to the side in a big cage with a pool, food and a little "mansion."

I decided after my rollercoaster of emotions over the ducks, I needed to grab a few more drinks and have some dinner. I had been told by a friend that when I went to Memphis I needed to go to King's Palace Cafe as it was her favorite place in Memphis for its cool, laid back environment and great gumbo.
The King's Palace Cafe is large restaurant with a stage for various Jazz
and Blues performers in the front, seating in the back by the bar for
those who want a little more of a quiet atmosphere and what appeared to
be a another room downstairs though I don't know for sure, so don't
quote me on that. The atmosphere is pretty chill as I was told. It was dimly lit and is primarily decorated in medium colored wood. We sat away from the stage, but had a perfect view of it. The performers were pretty decent though the first woman we saw was very good, while the second one was rather weak. The jazz combo was great and just the perfect volume so that you could still have a conversation with your table mate.

After a fabulous meal, we knew it was time to hit Beale Street . Truth be told, we had been there earlier right after the Duck Walk. The reason I didn't mention this was I didn't want to look like a total lush doing Jell-O shots at 6PM on an empty stomach. But yes, we had been there. While we had been there, we also met a random guy named Tony who spoke to us a while and welcomed us to Memphis . I think he had been at Beale for a few hours already, but he wanted his picture taken, so why not?
An odd thing that both Noah and I noticed is that the song Kiss by Prince must be Memphis 's unofficial theme song. We
heard it at least 5 times in the first 24 hours we were there and every
time it came on, we would both lip synch to it and do this stupid
cheesy dance. Why I don't know, but it was funny! Especially after a few Jell-O shots chock full of Jack!
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Beale Street |
In
the morning, before we checked out we grabbed the free breakfast, but I
was surprised to find that everything was pretty much stuff I don't
eat; gravy, sausage and grits! Yep, grits! I have had grits before a few years back when a friend's father from Kentucky offered them to me. I have to be honest, they weren't my thing. So when I saw the grits in an instant oatmeal looking packet I had to laugh. Both Noah and I grabbed one a piece and posed with it later in the hotel room. Why, I don't know, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We still have them and hope to send them as gifts to one special person this next holiday season.
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Graceland |
So after the Duck Walk, we hit a few stores before it was time to head towards the one and only Graceland . I was told that if you visit Memphis , you have to visit Graceland . I told people that I didn't even like Elvis. They told me it didn't matter. It sure seemed like a waste of money, but fine, I would go to Graceland . Noah was more excited than me and he hates Elvis! He was afraid we would get thrown out as we get amused way too easily when we are together.
If you go to Graceland, just be aware that the area is not in the best part of Memphis . Luckily when we got to Graceland the crowds were pretty small. We got there around noon and there was hardly anyone there which was nice as I don't like to be rushed. The cheapest ticket to get into Graceland is $27.00; a little steep in my opinion for what you get to see, but I would never live it down if I didn't go.
It is a total tourist trap; they even take a photo of you in front of the pseudo gates of Graceland that you can buy after the tour. We ended up sticking out our tongues and making horrible faces. The woman cracked up and thanked us for making her laugh. We
didn't buy the photo as we had put enough money into the Presley
Estate and had enough bad pictures to last us a lifetime after we were
done with the trip.
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The Jungle Room |
The hallways at Graceland are very narrow so Noah and I stayed towards the back of the group so we wouldn't be rushed and got many fantastic photos. My first impression was that this place reminded me of my Grandmother's house. The 70's never go out of style! Also, this guy loved TV; a lot! I wonder how he would feel about Reality TV?
Besides seeing the house, you also get a view of the area where he kept his gold and platinum records. That and the horse field, the squash room, his "shooting range" and Elvis's final resting place. That threw me off as I didn't expect it at all. The man is buried at Graceland along with the rest of the family. Yikes! You don't see that everyday!
By the end of the tour I knew quite a bit of information about Elvis. He
seemed like a decent guy that was pretty generous to people and pretty
down to earth or at least that is how he was presented at Graceland . It also seemed like such a waste that he got wrapped up in the whole drug culture, but it was the 70's, so there you go.
When the tour was done, we drove up to the Mud Island Park to see the view of the Mississippi River . All and all, Memphis had been a lot of fun and defiantly worth the drive. Especially for the Duck Walk which still makes me laugh when I see the video. Also, I have a new appreciation of Elvis, though I still don't like his music. And after doing my own research, I am starting to believe there maybe some validity to the Elvis sightings over the years. Elvis is indeed alive or at least in my mind!
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