Tennessee morning while
Tennessee continues to
be a wonder and entertaining. On this
day were on our way to , another scene of
Civil War carnage. Clair, our GPS Aussie
girl, sends us on Shiloh
Park Finger Road
otherwise designated as Tennessee Highway 199.
Don’t let the label “Highway” fool you; it is a narrow two lane country
road with nary a straight part to it. Up
and down, round and round with a posted speed limit of 55 mph. Remember, in Tennessee that refers to the minimum
speed. There is no shoulder to the road
except for the 4 inch wide strip on each side with the painted white lines. Now throw in some logging trucks coming at
you at top speed and it is all great fun. We’ve stayed in
three Tennessee State Parks and I could write a bizarre story on each one. Last night was at . I was hoping for a coonskin cap along with my
camping fee but no luck. David Crockett
State Park Tennessee
has got to be the goofiest state I have ever been in and I’m enjoying every bit
Shiloh NMP was the most beautiful tranquil place you could imagine. It was so difficult to imagine the chaos, destruction and death that took place there 151 years ago this month. As I drove around I wondered how I could avoid being killed. Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide. Play dead?
One of the battlefields. Try to picture hundreds of dead or dying young men lying out there. Also dead horses, mangled guns and cannons, and personal effects strewn about. Hard to do isn’t it?
This is what I have to deal with while driving slowly around these parks with the window down. Same for driving through the campground looking for spot #64. Oh yeah, he attracts attention for sure. Just what we both don't want. In case you are wondering, I have a hold of his tail so he doesn't fall out. He did one time in the desert falling out of the Land Rover on a rough dirt road.
Of course I’ve been missing out on a lot of great photo opportunities all along this trip just because there is nowhere to pull off, or nowhere to turn around and go back or some other reason. Like the photo of the farm scene the other day. I am taking the picture and all of sudden someone is laying on their horn. I thought I’m off the road far enough. I turn and look and the dumb dog across the highway decides to come over and greet me and nearly gets run over. He turns and goes back, then tries again and another car locks them up blowing the horn. The dog goes back home again and then goes for a third attempt to come over and I see these cars barreling down upon him. I quickly got back into the vehicle and left before I became responsible for killing a dog just for being on the other side of the road taking pictures. Anyway, today I decided to try a new tactic – I’ll take pictures of old shacks, abandoned gas stations, barns and farms on the fly while I am driving. Don’t worry, I’ll wait until I leave
Tennessee before I begin
Okay I did practice a little today and caught this “typical”