We had intended to carry on through to Nashville, but that's the beauty of this way of travelling - we can do as we please. Hindsight tells us this was a wise decision as Nashville was later dusted with snow, not stardust!! Having left one of the most 'barren' campsites we have happened across -
both in terms of landscaping and hospitality, though it was 11 out of 10 for convenience on Elvis Presley Blvd,
we journeyed to one that was the complete opposite and it was just a few miles to the humble home where Elvis was born.
Standing in this tiny two roomed, wooden building, in the actual room where he was born in 1935, it wasn't hard to see what a struggle it must have been for the family. His father Vernon had borrowed $180 from his boss to build the house which stood literally on 'the wrong side of the tracks' it was repossessed when he fell behind with the repayments. The family moved around Tupelo, until finally selling their furniture and moving to Memphis in search of a better life.
Looking back at this time in their lives it is easy to understand the bond that Elvis had with his family and why he was so proud to be able to share his home at Graceland with them. But the area in which he spent the early years had a profound effect on the man and musician he was to become.
The museum and park that now stand here were paid for by Elvis himself, he wanted a park for the neighbourhood children, and the chapel was built by with donations from his fans. The legend lives on.www.elvispresleybirthplace.com
On our journey southwards, having been dusted with some of Elvis' stardust we broke our journey at Tupelo, which his fans will recognise as his birthplace.