No cell service, no wi-fi, no television, but beautiful woods, blue and perfect skies, and deer so friendly they will stand next to you. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow said it best —
“This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Despite the lack of electronic interferences our days are still full and we have more to do than ever. Possible? Of course it is because those things of little importance before become sources of work or pleasure you had forgotten or ignored. Don’t get me wrong I truly enjoy my electronic gizmos (I’m typing on one now!) they do bring much comfort to life. Future versions of these current models will make what I am using as laughable as the old “icebox” my grandfather used to have. They were a source of amusement I recall as a child, and years from now these will invoke laughter from generations yet unborn.
A red fox crosses the street with movements as smooth as spreading butter. With four legs to move with, you don’t even see the hips nor hear the footfall just the swift sleek movement through the undergrouth. The squirrels around here don’t make that annoying chattering sound but rather are swift and silent as they leap from limb to limb. It is the deer and the turkeys that are fascinating. We saw them together most of the time up at Dale Hollow Lake in north central Tennessee as well as here at Fall Creek Falls. The turkeys and the deer coexist, travel together, and I assume what one eats the other finds joy in the second time around.
When we lived in Colorado and Germany there were times at night I just knew if I had a 12 foot ladder I could touch some of the stars. So clear, so perfect. Well for the past few nights here at Fall Creek Falls in central Tennessee, this place was running a close second. Clear sky’s made possible by a cool front from the north scrubbing the sky of clouds made for beautiful night sky’s and prefect days. As I type this we have the coach open. It is 55 degrees out at 8 in the morning in August in Tennessee. Crazy. A young female doe is out side my window not 20 feet. She occasionally throws me a sidewards glance before resuming feeding on the green grass. If only family life was like nature; most of the time very peaceful with the occasional storms to keep things lively!
We stayed here for a few weeks actually, longer than many of our stays in our travels. We went to the overview of Fall Creek Falls and there to the left is a point of a cliff where a zillion years ago, Monica and I with our first-born James in tow visited with Monica’s sister Tina and her husband Dale. It was somewhere in the woods there that James’ uncle Dale (affectionately called Bozo Buddy) taught my son to pee in the woods. Probably right around that dead tree you see in the center!
The cliff actually looks like a Lion with its mouth as if it is going to roar.
(This post is actually about a month old as I post it — been busy moving and now we are on Percy Priest Lake, near Nashville, TN. I will finish the other posts shortly – and to our traveling friends in DC, we hope to see you on the way back!)