The spirit of Elvis

05/31/2017

The first wild camping breakfast and then to Elvis' birthplace. On the way there an animal that we cannot assign. The Ghost of the King?

Then monument sacrilege in the early morning. A white female was seen abusing the swing on the porch of the birthing center. Here the king practiced rocking and rolling!

Joking aside. The memorial has been lovingly and modestly designed. Although the area is no longer impoverished as it was during the 12 years he lived here, one does get a glimpse of his beginnings.

Continue to Memphis, still Tennessee. Appropriately, we stay at Graceland. Lisa Marie operates a campground for us right across from her father's modest estate.

The place isn't that royal, but it's okay. We don't have a shade, but we discover air conditioning in the car. Decadent, but...

We take the free shuttle to Sun Studio and step onto sacred ground. In the city center we book a tour of the Gibson guitar factory for the following day and walk across Beale Street to the Mississippi. We discover the museum of Ernest Withers, a photographer from Memphis who, among other things, was the photographer of Martin Luther King.

Back at the campsite we find that the air conditioning is not working. It was too decadent! The district's power went out because someone knocked over a light pole on Elvis Boulevard. It's getting warm in our hut and gradually all the generators on the site start up. The air is reminiscent of the start in Indianapolis.

We leave early the next day. We visit the Civil Rights Museum and the Gibson Guitar Factory and make our way to Little Rock, Arkansas.