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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
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- Pets allowed
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... We were surprised that there were only a few visitors all afternoon, we thought it would be quite busy. Once again, like Graceland, not tacky but quite tastefully done. Back at the hotel fairly early with a long drive tomorrow down to New ...
... coming from so late in the season. We crossed into Alabama right at noon, and shortly thereafter we were into rain. So much for the wax job! We noticed lots of green rolling hills there which suddenly turned into a broader horizon and the land was considerably flattened out with fields of wheat, corn and possibly soy beans. This was especially noticeable once we started heading more directly in a westward direction at Decatur, Alabama. Somewhere along the way at a little wide ...
... feet – looked like sort of a shotgun style house. They had all these placards with stories told by childhood friends and neighbors of Elvis and the church that he went to as a boy was on the property .as well The gift shop was full of schlocky Elvis stuff, nothing I was moved to buy – but I enjoyed myself.
Right before I was about to head out I went to the ladies room and set my wallet down on the toilet tissue holder and walked out without it. It had about $30 ...
... In 1934 Congress ordered the National Park Service to investigate the construction of a roadway to preserve and showcase the historic Old Trace. Construction of the Parkway began in 1938. Because of budget shortfalls, the Parkway's last remaining gaps were not completed until May 21, 2005. Today, the Parkway is owned and operated by the National Park Service. With a length of 444 miles the park averages only 800 feet in width. There is no ...
... we all crod around his single mic, singing harmonies under the moon, and soon everybody’s crying. The owner wakes up from the back of the bar, where he’d been crunching numbers, and rushes up to us wi4th arms full of high-end bourbon pleading, begging us to stay another night. We tell him we can’t, but we take the platters of baby back ribs with which he tries to bribe us, and he’s content when we agree to play a ...