So we were not exactly lost, but we didn't really know where we were either. In what was my most enjoyable day of vacation, my uncle Laurel and I took a 2 hour hike through the hills behind their house. I'm not sure how long or how far Laurel intended on hiking, but we easily covered over 3 miles 800 feet down and then back up the hills. I can't tell you how many times I heard Laurel say, "There is a road down here." And there was, but we were farther and farther away from where we started.
Our hike started on man-made, groomed trails like this through his neighbors' property.
The early part of our hike took us through a washed out railroad bridge. Much of the trail is on the old rail road grade.
This small bridge was one of the last signs of civilization we saw for over an hour.
You never know what you might come accross when hiking through the hills of Tennessee and trespassing on others property. As it turns out, the owner of this Tennessee gem guards his property with a shotgun...likely still guarding his moonshine still. I thought the ruggedness of this lot had a unique beauty.
After an hour or so of hiking, we emerged out of the woods and into a beutiful clearing.
What goes down the hill must go up.
Trust me, we kept a close eye on the bull in the back ground.
Another pasture to cross.
Back home.
Our hike started on man-made, groomed trails like this through his neighbors' property.
The early part of our hike took us through a washed out railroad bridge. Much of the trail is on the old rail road grade.
This small bridge was one of the last signs of civilization we saw for over an hour.
You never know what you might come accross when hiking through the hills of Tennessee and trespassing on others property. As it turns out, the owner of this Tennessee gem guards his property with a shotgun...likely still guarding his moonshine still. I thought the ruggedness of this lot had a unique beauty.
After an hour or so of hiking, we emerged out of the woods and into a beutiful clearing.
What goes down the hill must go up.
Trust me, we kept a close eye on the bull in the back ground.
Another pasture to cross.
Back home.
1 comment:
beautiful photography! thanks for sharing!
B
Post a Comment