John Gets to Laze Around As Trish Works, Then Trace Explorations

4/22/13 Monday at Hohenwald, TN ( Natchez Trace Wilderness Campground-TT)

We slept in again. It feels so nice. After our normal morning stuff, I cleaned house and washed our sheets. John spent this glorious morning in the sun, reading.

After lunch we set off to explore the Trace North of us.

IMG_8862 IMG_8864

Meriweather Lewis (of Lewis and Clark Expedition) Monument. He is buried here, having been shot while at Grinder’s Stand (Inn). He’d been going up the Trace to Washington DC, with his Expedition journals and accounts. He wanted to ask, in person, that his payment vouchers, as Governor of Louisiana, be reinstated for his finances were sorely affected by the new a stricter financial approval process.

 

 

 

 

 

IMG_8867

What’s left of the Grinder House, where he was shot, at the age of 35, on Oct. 11, 1809.

 

 

 

 

IMG_8874 IMG_8876 IMG_8882 IMG_8885

Fall Hollow Waterfalls.  John is behind the water in the last image.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IMG_8891 IMG_8892 IMG_8897

Old Tobacco Barn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Driving on the Old Trace for 2 miles – okay with an SUV, NOT an RV.

 

 

 

IMG_8906 IMG_8907 IMG_8914 IMG_8924

Jackson Falls

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IMG_8926 IMG_8928

Views of Baker Bluff, which we walked 1/3rd mile to see, then walked back to our car. That hike was great. Nature refreshes the body and spirit like nothing else.

After that lovely walk in the woods, we were ready for home, so we turned around and headed South on the Trace, to our rig. There we had our leftover spaghetti supper and relaxed.

The hills of Tennessee,  I think, are because we are at the foothills of the Appalachians.

Advertisements

About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
This entry was posted in National Parks (NPS), Tennessee and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s