We were met in Rutherford, Tennessee by Joe and Sue, caretakers of the Davy Crockett cabin. As it turns out, one of Crockett's daughters married a distant relative of mine, so Joe says I'm "kin". We trekked over to the cemetery at Mt. Olive Church where I found the tombstones of my great grandparents and my great great grandparents - this would be my father's father's family. Then, after a two-hour drive through beautiful country, we arrived at tonight's destination - Couchsurfers Tom and Joan, who live eight miles out of Waverly in a beautiful though unfinished house with a 180-degree view of Kentucky Lake. They fixed us pizza and we talked for a couple of hours with them and a young French couple also staying at their place. Good company tonight!
The Incredible Progress of Daily Practice
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