Some days, when the noise of cities begins to drown out your own internal voice, when you are so connected that you are disconnected, or when you just have a Friday to spare, you need to get away. Last Friday, at the prompting of my friend Courtney, I set off on one of the South's small adventures--The Natchez Trace. Originally traveled by bison and western settlers, the Natchez Trace is now a historical highway that displays the lush landscape and interesting small towns that litter the path from Nashville, TN to the heart of Mississippi. It's the South at its best.
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| My traveling companion ("was nine years old...") Courtney |
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| Capturing the Trace |
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| The South is America, y'all |
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| We found a great place to stop along the way for farm fresh fare |
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| And met Benjamin Franklin in Leiper's Fork, TN |
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| The Original |
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| Leiper's Fork dowtown |
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| Hiking trails off the Trace |
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| A small creek |
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| at a "waterfall" |
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| 40 miles from Nashville but a whole new perspective |
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| The Old Trace |
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| Love for 2012 |
Also, my friend J. Wes Yoder wrote a beautiful, poignant
article for one of my favorite magazines describing his journey on the 444 mile road that I thought of often as Courtney and I travailed just a small piece of the Trace.
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Vast and discordant truth and legend, where the trees can be more frightening than the ghosts, and a storm more spiritual than a baptism. So the adventure and romance are there, if you are open to them."
One Friday afternoon, papers and tests turned in, we were.
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