I’m writing this the morning after we arrived in Tennessee because we were out last evening. After missing turns and being stuck in rush hour traffic, we found our KOA and parked the RV, then unhooked the truck and drove into Nashville. We had a ticket reservation for a backstage tour at the Grand Ole Opry, but that didn’t go entirely as planned…

A selfie in front of the Ryman just before we found out it wasn’t actually the Grand Ole Opry. That was 13 miles away!

See the bar on the wall? In the 1990’s there was a flood in Nashville and that’s how high the water came in the Grand Ole Opry. Workers spent a month refurbishing the theater.

We were allowed to go into the dressing room of the guy who started it all. I can’t remember his name right now.

See that round circle on the floor behind the makeshift stage? That’s a piece of the original opera house floor and musicians feel honored to stand on it.