The other day I visited my second Tennessee State Park, one of the smallest: Port Royal State Park, near Adams, Tenn. Technically it seems to be Port Royal State Historic Park, perhaps because, unlike most others, this one has no camping options. I suppose you could put a canoe in the water, but it doesn't really look like a spot for vigorous boating activities. There are two sections separated by the Red River. The northern section contains a short segment, a few hundred yards, of the Trail of Tears. And, unlike the much larger Bledsoe Creek State Park, while at Port Royal, I didn't see any other people; unless you count the guys in a van who appeared to be park employees doing whatever they do -- and I never saw them get out of the van.
In the southern section, there's a pedestrian bridge from 1890 over Sulphur Fork Creek.
In the northern section, due to a recent storm, it was kind of hard to navigate the whole River Bottom Trail.
And here's a shot of the Trail of Tears, where the Cherokee were camped before leaving Tennessee on the "Northern Route".
This is the 3rd generation of the "Dan's Place" blog of my random thoughts that I initially intended to be like postings outside my cubicle wall -- a virtual bulletin board kind of thing, which started in June 2003.
Cooper: Diane, last night I dreamed I was eating a large, tasteless gumdrop, and awoke to discover I was chewing on one of my foam disposable earplugs. Perhaps I should consider moderating my nighttime coffee consumption.
-- "Twin Peaks"
-- "Twin Peaks"
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Friday, June 28, 2019
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