Savannah to Bonita Springs

We crossed the border into Georgia across the Savannah River and discovered another lovely, historic town.

We walked along the riverfront, then through some of the beautiful streets and city squares.

This very large sculpture was a fitting reminder of the importance of sea-going vessels for trade, transportation and cargo. The first steamship that crossed the Atlantic Ocean, the SS Savannah, took 27 days to reach Liverpool, England and sailed from this harbour on 22 May, 1819. Today, this is still a bustling port, with paddle boats and container ships regularly sharing the waterway.

As we traversed the coastal boardwalk, we passed several original cobble stone roads, and a fascinating sculpture of a waving girl with her dog.

The blurb on the statue told us that Florence Martus or Savannah’s waving girl, greeted ships entering the Savannah harbour by waving a cloth at every passing ship during the day and a lantern at night. Ships returned her greeting with 3 blasts from their horn. She continued her greeting every day for 44 years and according to the legend, she did not miss waving to one ship, day or night. Florence and her brother lived on Elba Island and operated the lighthouse. Her brother died in 1940 and she followed 3 years later. They are buried together, their epitaph reading, “In memory of the waving girl and her brother. Keepers of the lighthouse on Elba Island. Savannah River for 35 years.”

There are many legends to explain why she waved at every ship, however according to her own testimony, she lived on a remote island, with little to do but look at the ocean, she was lonely and bored, so watching for ships helped to pass the time.

As we walked around the town we also discovered Colonial Park, the burying ground for Savannah from 1750 until 1853 and many of the towns notable residents are interred here, including governors, Revolutionary soldiers, and war heroes. In 1896 it became a city park. It seems a strange place to convert to a park but even though it was quite hot and humid, there were people wandering through the graves and sitting on the seats.

The duelists grave was very interesting and worth reading the information sign. It seems that dueling was common as it’s not the first time that we’ve read about this method of ending an argument, permanently.

Savannah’s CBD is interconnected with 22 squares and parks over one square mile and they are iconic to the city. Each one has varied gardens, water features and statutory and are surrounded by beautiful churches and homes. We managed to walk through more than half.

Our camp for the night was at Fort McAllister State Park, on the Ogeechee River, another beautiful location among the salt marshes, waterways, forests and of course, the archaeological remains of the fort.

The morning was already hot and humid at 6am, but the light was beautiful for early morning photos.

On our return we noticed this interesting sign by the picnic area.

The information about the fort states that it is “the best-preserved earthwork fortification of the Confederacy”. It was hellishly hot and humid by the time we came back from our morning walk though, so we preferred a cool shower and the air-conditioned comfort of Joey, rather than walking around the fort in the sun. Just as well, because as we sat inside looking out we saw these deer right outside, grazing just next to Joey.

And there’s always a squirrel! Their gymnastics are amazing. Jumping between trees and branches and racing up and down tree trunks.

Continuing our coastal jaunt, we decided to take the bridge across to Jekyll Island. They have a great system for access and parking. Access to the island is regulated with a toll system with a charge of $15 per vehicle. Then, you can drive around and park without meters or restrictions.

We arrived at 7am, found a lovely, shaded spot for Joey and went for a walk around the “Millionaire’s Village,” along the beachfront past the gold course and several large resorts and then back through the middle of the island.

Jekyll Island is a State Park with about 1,000 residents and enforces a strict ‘conservation clause’ limiting future development so that 65 % will always remain a natural habitat.

Millionaire’s Village is an area of 240 acres, with 33 historic houses and buildings that date from the 1880s. It was an exclusive vacation destination for some of America’s rich and famous of the era, many of whom are still very recognisable names today, for example, the Pulitzers, Vanderbilts, Rockefellers and Goodyears.

Jekyll Island was first settled in 1733 as an outpost to protect the nearby Fort Frederica on St Simons Island by Major William Horton who also ran a prosperous plantation using slave labour.

These are the remains of the home he built in 1736. He resided here until his death in 1749 and is buried adjacent the house with other family members. The remains are a good example of the popular building method used during this era. Called ‘Tabby’, meaning “wall made of earth or masonry.” This method of construction was brought to America by the Spaniards and made from sand, lime and oyster shells collected from Indian burial mounds, burned, then poured into shapes.

By 1792, Christophe Poulain DuBignon purchased the island and harvested Sea Island Cotton successfully for another century.

In 1858 it had the dubious honour of being the location where one of the last groups of illegal slaves from Africa were landed from the Wanderer and sold in America.

A hunting club was built and in 1886, a number of the most prominent residents purchased the island outright and in 1904, and Munsey’s Magazine entitled it “the richest, the most exclusive, the most inaccessible club in the world.”

As travel and tourism opened up new opportunities, gradually the island’s wealthy inhabitants preferred villa’s in Europe to the small island and in 1947, it was sold to Georgia for $675,000 as a State Park.

We were also lucky enough to see some other locals while walking.

After a a wonderful morning on Jekyll Island, we continued on to the larger and more commercialised, St Simons Island and Fort Frederica.

James Oglethorpe, who founded the State of Georgia, built Fort Frederica to protect the region from the Spanish in 1736. Today it is a prominent archaeological site containing numerous foundation remains, a small museum and when we visited, was giving reenactments of musket firings.

The demonstration certainly gave us an insight into the difficulties of using muskets. Each loading for one firing took about a minute and the three times we saw them demonstrate, one or other misfired. We joked that you’d have to ask your enemy to stand still while you readied to shoot him! And of course, they weren’t using live rounds. There was just as much chance that a misfire would do the shooter as much damage and they were also most likely deaf the firings were so loud!

We very much enjoyed our coastal travels through the Carolina’s and Georgia and now we’ve crossed into Florida and the last state we’ll visit this year. I snapped this shot as we sailed on past in Joey but you get the idea!

Our first stop was Jacksonville and another lovely coastal morning boardwalk past some wonderful sculptures, buildings and murals. Including cows that were painted under a bridge. We had no idea, much like the horse statues in Duck, why the cows were so prominent but they were lovely murals.

The pelicans here are very much darker than ours and quite a bit smaller. They renge in colours from browns to dark greys like this one.

Next stop, a short drive to St Augustine, “the oldest continuously occupied settlement of European and African-American origin in the United States.” It was founded in 1565 by the Spanish, 42 years before the English colonised Jamestown and 55 years before the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock and traces of this period are evident in the old part of the town. Although today, most of the remaining buildings are renovated shops and eateries aimed specifically to the tourist, there are 36 restored colonial buildings and 40 reconstructions.

This store had about 60 different flavours of saltwater taffy and we bought some to take home. It’s a popular ‘candy’, found in many tourist spots, especially in beach suburbs and dates from about 1880 when John Ross Edmiston who owned a postcard shop in Atlantic City, Edmiston, hired a man named David Bradley to sell taffy (or I imagine, toffee). The story goes that one night, ocean foam soaked the taffy and the following day, when a girl insisted on buying some, even after the soaking, and loved it, the name “salt water taffy” stuck. Even though there is no salt water in the recipe.

Excuse the reflection in the window but I wanted to get this picture of the machine that works the taffy.

The Cathedral of St Augustine is the oldest Catholic parish in America today, dating from 1565, although the church itself was not completed until 1797. The current cathedral was restored in 1888 after a fire and then further restored in 1965.

The morning we visited, there was an orchestra doing a rehearsal for a performance so we sat and listened for a while.

Horse and carriage rides for tourists are iconic in New Orleans but we didn’t realise that they were also prevalent in some of the smaller tourist towns we’ve visited. Here, this fellow was waiting in historic area of St. Augustine, which we walked around early the following morning..

We also visited the iconic St. Augustine fort.

The Castillo de San Marcos is the oldest masonry fort in America, established by the Spanish. Construction began in 1672 and was completed in 1695. Its location placed it in an optimum position to protect the area from pirates and colonial attacks because any ship entering the harbour had to enter forwards, through a narrow channel. This meant they were incredibly vulnerable to attack because there was not enough room to broadside and return firing of their cannons towards the fort.

The fort was constructed from coquina, a locally sourced shell stone which has lasted through hundreds of years of weathering. The fort changed into British control in 1763, after the Treaty of Paris was signed, briefly returned to Spanish control in 1783 and then was transferred to the United States in 1821.

Today, it’s one of the tourist drawcards for St.Augustine and provides a fascinating glimpse into the regions history.

After a full morning sightseeing around St Augustine and the Castillo de San Marcos, we continued our coastal journey south, stopping briefly in “the Birthplace of speed,” Ormond Beach.

Its fame was relatively short lived, with the last speed record run in January 1906. In 1911, Indianapolis became the venue for racing and Daytona Beach eclipsed Ormond Beach, becoming the precursor to NASCAR.

We continued our drive south, taking in more of the scenic intracoastal waterways and an interesting little botanic garden and sugar mill.

Originally farmed by Patrick Dean from 1804, he grew sugar cane, cotton and rice. The property changed hands several times over the ensuing years, the mill was burned down and rebuilt. It was an army camp during the Civil War when the kettle drums were used to produce salt for ammunition. Eventually, the plantation land was sold off into small lots and the mill became a tourist attraction as an amusement park in 1939.

Bequeathed to Volusia County in 1963, it was left neglected until 1985 when it gained its new lease on life as a small botanical garden with the remains of the sugar mill protected.

Leaving this little gem, we headed out along the coast again, our destination, Cape Canaveral to view Elon Musk’s Falcon rocket launch to deposit starlink satellites in orbit.

The viewing spot we chose was Playalinda Beach in Merritt Island National Wildlife refuge. To beat the crowds and considering Joey isn’t a small vehicle, to get a parking spot, we were at the gates for opening at 7am and picked a great park about as close as they allow you to be.

The launch was scheduled for 1.15pm so we saw the sunrise and went for a walk down the beach before it got too hot.

We even saw some fresh turtle tracks from the night before. Between May and August predominately Loggerhead turtles but also Green and Leatherbacks lumber ashore to lay as many as 100 eggs. Teams of volunteers check the beach every sunrise to record the nests.

We walked as far as the no go zone on the beach, then retreated to Joey as the temperature warmed up.

The launch went off on time and without a hitch, taking only a few minutes from blast off to disappearing into the atmosphere. A local who regularly viewed the launches said that this rocket would launch its payload, then land 600 miles off the coast on a platform before being retrieved and reused.

So, within 5 minutes it was all over. We chatted with some other tourists for a while, a couple from Sweden on their honeymoon who were coming back in a coupe of days to view another launch and a couple from Brazil who had also bought an RV to tour America. After exchanging travel tales we headed off again, getting closer to our eventual destination of Bonita Springs.

While sailing along the Queensland coast and the Whitsunday’s we met some wonderful people. One amazing couple, Brad and Gloria, had been sailing full time around the world for 26 years. Reaching the end of their sailing adventures in Bundaberg, Queensland we sailed with them down to Scarborough and became great friends. Their home in Bonita Springs, Florida was to be our final destination for this years American adventure. As we neared the areas they were familiar with, they gave us some fantastic suggestions for destinations to visit. Mote Marine Laboratory and Aquarium was one that we thoroughly enjoyed.

Having its beginnings in 1955, when “Shark Lady” Dr. Eugenie Clark began a small marine lab in Florida, today it is an an international marine science enterprise that combines research, science-based conservation and facilities open to the public to expand our knowledge of the oceans and their creatures. 

There are two separate areas in Sarasota, the marine laboratory and aquarium housing numerous different habitats including a large shark and fish aquarium and the marine mammal centre which houses otters, alligators, turtles, river habitats and a manatee.

Some of the creatures are hands on, like this stingray which you are encouraged to touch as they glide around and others, well, they’re best left alone.

The following day we checked into our RV park for our last week in the USA and caught up with Brad and Gloria. We had a wonderful afternoon wandering around Naples and celebrated Brad’s birthday. On Thursday morning we had an early morning trip to check on the turtle nestings on the beaches and learned some wonderful information from Gloria and the other volunteers.

On Friday we discovered an interesting walk around some playing fields and ponds in the Bonita Springs area, coming across this sign.

Did I mention this was adjacent sports playing fields and athletics tracks?

Something we’ve noticed that’s a constant in Florida, is water! Everywhere there are ponds, swamps and waterways, many natural like these around the sports fields but just as many surrounding housing estates and gated communities. it’s hardly a wonder that they have an abundance of critters that call the water home.

That afternoon, which was also my birthday, we had lunch at Bonita Springs Botanic Gardens before having a walk around some of the beautiful plants, until the heat and humidity got the better of us.

There were so many beautiful plants and blooms! Then we discovered this wonderful sculpture. Called “Circle of Friends” it was very apt since we were visiting with wonderful friends!

And to top off a fantastic birthday, Gloria made me THE BEST Hummingbird cake!!

And yes it tasted as good as it looks!

The following day we visited Revs Institute, a private car museum whose blurb states it is an “educational institution dedicated to the study, preservation, conservation, and restoration of historically significant automobiles”. The vehicles they house include some of the rarest professionally restored vehicles to their original constructions from 1896 – 1995.

Aside from the cars being so unique and in such pristine condition, being indoors in air conditioning was wonderful. The heat without the humidity would not have been too bad but with the high humidity, by lunchtime it was uncomfortable being in the sun. Because of this, we were walking very early in the mornings to escape the worst of the humidity.

We found some wonderful places to walk around Bonita Springs and throughout the gated communities in the area.

Bonita Springs township has some amazing murals and sculptures.

But some very strange speed limits around the gated communities.

And everywhere there is water!

Last time we were in America we arrived at LAX on July 4th. Independence Day so we didn’t experience the event. This time, we spent it with Brad and Gloria who took us to a fantastic Asian restaurant for dinner, then we watched fireworks from the beach at Naples.

The sunset was outstanding.

And the locals turned out in there thousands.

And then, just like that, our 2024 USA adventure came to an end. We had some of the most amazing experiences and absolutely loved our journey across the southern states. Bring on 2025 and our next American adventure in the eastern states. Meanwhile, a very long trek awaits us. Thank you so much to Brad and Gloria for their wonderful hospitality, to see you again next year!

And to those following our travels, tune in again next year for part two of our jaunt around the USA.

The Intracoastal Waterway and the Outer Banks

After traversing the southern states, driving the length of the Natchez Trace and making our way to Nashville, we decided to continue east towards the coast to travel south to Florida. Next year, we’ll travel from from Florida inland through some of the states we’ve visited and then continue north. So with plan in mind, we began aiming east. Along the drive we stopped for a walk to the viewpoint of the Linn Cove Viaduct, the first bridge of its type to be built in America. Using computer technology, the bridge was built with minimal disruption to the surrounding area, preserving the flora and fauna.

And then we came to the spectacular Linville falls.

The volume of water rushing down was huge and you could see the upper cascade where it flowed behind the rock wall face before tumbling over the escarpment.

The information board at the start of the short hike promised wonderful views of the valley below and we weren’t disappointed.

Then a short distance along provided another viewpoint of the falls.

Continuing down along the trail, we made our way to the bottom of the waterfall.

There were three hikes to view the falls, none of which were particularly long, but all had spectacular views.

Peter checking the direction we should be headed on the Strava App.

Along the trails, tucked in amongst the green, there were some beautiful blooms.

One of the things I like about roads like the Blueridge Parkway, is the many opportunities for hikes along the way. There are trail heads quite regularly that provide a variety of length trails and all have spectacular scenery.

We whose the Hawk’s Bill Rock hike and, as we’d come to expect in this region, it was mostly uphill.

There were beautiful flowers that added colour to the green, the birds were singing and the scenery at the top was spectacular.

Peter sitting on the Hawk’s Bill Rock

Our next stop was Craggy Gardens. We were there at the right time of year to see the Rhododendrons in full bloom, however, they were a little later blooming this year due to the cold weather they’d had, so many were still in bud or with only a few blooms showing their wonderful colour.

Still, the views were spectacular.

Not long after leaving this area, we crossed into Virginia.

As we drove, with no particular destination in mind, just heading east, we traversed another of these bridges that are quite steep to allow boats to travel underneath. We would realise once we arrived at the coast that tall, steep bridges like this are very common. I discovered that this region contained a number of antebellum mansions that gave tours. Shirley, was the oldest dating from the early 1700s, so we googled directions. We drove down a very narrow dirt road that both google maps and the signs on the road, indicated was the right direction. We arrived at a locked gate with CLOSED emblazoned across it. Disappointing, because there their website gave no indication of hours of operation. We discovered later that they have a restaurant and winery, but that the family who own it, actually live in the house, so tours happen twice per year and are booked out as soon as tickets open.

Not to be deterred, and not far back I’d also seen signs to an estate called Berkeley. Google provided me with directions and confirmed that they were open for tours. Berkeley is the second oldest antebellum mansion in the region, dating from 1723.

This sign greeted us at the entrance to the driveway.

Clarence, who hosted our tour of 6 people was the best tour guide we’d had so far. Very entertaining and incredibly knowledgeable. We didn’t get the impression that he was parroting what he’d learned but that he really knew everything about the house, the people who lived there, and the area. He must have been 70 years old if he was a day! He was rake thin, and dressed in period costume. A thick, double-breasted linen shirt and brown knickerbocker pantaloons with a double buttoned front.

Berkeley is situated on the James River, on 1,000 acres of land that are still farmed today. According to Clarence, the first 10 presidents of the United States danced on the timber floors that are still all original from its construction in 1726. Berkeley historical information contentiously, also disputes the claim of that the first Thanksgiving took place in Plymouth. They argue instead, that it occurred in 1619, over a year earlier on the banks of the James River, where Captain John Woodlief landed with a small party of men, named the land Berkeley, and held a service to thank God for their safe journey.

One of the first shipyards was build on the River at Berkeley in 1621. The plantation house was built by Benjamin Harrison IV, a wealthy and prominent Virginian and lived in by generations of the Harrison family. His son, Benjamin V, a staunch patriot, was Virginia’s fifth governor, a Virginia delegate to the Continental Congress and a signatory on the Declaration of Independence. Berkeley was also the home of the US’s 9th president, William Henry Harrison, who also has the dubious honour of being the shortest reigning President, from 4 March – 4 April, 1841, when he died.

Like many of these grand homes however, it has had a checkered past. During the American Revolution (1775-1783), 18 warships were built at Berkeley ship yards, making it a target for the British. The family moved out, fearing reprisals and these came with the arrival of the traitor, Benedict Arnold and the Redcoats who set fire to all the furniture in the house and razed the crops and outbuildings. Because of its sturdy brick outer however, the house remained standing. The Harrisons returned in 1784 and spent 4 years restoring the house and land.

Originally a tobacco plantation, during its height, 110 African slaves worked on the property. Poor farming practices however, caused crop failures and the last of the Harrisons, Dr. Benjamin Harrison VIII, gave up the property in financial ruin in the mid 1800s. During the American Civil war, the manor and land hosted 100,000 Union soldiers. Clarence explained that for the second time, everything in the house was burned by the soldiers for fires and when they left, the house fell into ruin for 50 years.

Berkeley also boasts that while stationed there, General Daniel Butterfield wrote the army’s first official bugle call, “Taps.” “Taps” was first commissioned to play at the burial for a soldier but from 1891, it has been played at military funerals and evening flag ceremonies on military bases. ​

John Jamieson purchased the property in 1907 and his son Malcolm and daughter-in-law Grace spent years restoring it. Clarence told us that Malcolm was very eager to host tours of the manor, but Grace was vehemently against it. Malcolm won out, and the first tours began in 1938 under the proviso from Grace that every tourist must be gone by 5pm and they were not to be allowed in the upper floors. If Malcolm got carried away and let a group stay past 5pm, Grace would bang on the wooden floor upstairs until the people left.

While beautifully furnished with antique and period furniture, none of it is original to the house. When Grace and Malcolm began their renovations with the intention of living in the house, they purchased every piece of furniture from the adjoining manor, whose furniture had been spared because of their allegiance to America.

Although all the outbuildings and slave accommodation was destroyed during the Civil War, there are 2 accurate representations of slave quarters on the property, a legacy of the 2018 biographical film Harriet, on the life of the abolitionist, Harriet Tubman.

The grounds are quite magnificent, having been restored to their former glory.

Our next stop was Jamestown Mariners’ Museum and another surprise. At $1.00 each for entry, that’s not a typo – $1.00 per person, this museum is fantastic. We arrived as they opened at 9am, left to grab coffee and for lunch, but otherwise, spent the best part of the day!

One of their main drawcards is the USS Monitor and the Batten Conservation Complex which is, according to the brochure, “part of the world’s largest marine archaeological metals conservation facility,” housing more than 210 tons of artifacts.

The USS Monitor was an ironclad war ship, one of the first built from iron, not wood and using steam, rather than sail power. It was used during the Battle of Hampton Roads on March 9, 1862! I had no idea that vessels were this technologically advanced so early.

The Monitor sank during a storm on December 31, 1862 and sits on the ocean floor off North Carolina’s Outer Banks. However, the wreck was discovered in 1973 and a team of ocean archaeologists were able to raise a number of artifacts, the largest being the Monitor’s 115 ton revolving gun turret, 2 Dahlgren guns and its steam propulsion engine. All of which are on display in the museum.

This image is from the museum website and it gives an idea of the size of the turret. In the museum, any angle for a photo just looked like some dark metal but it was fascinating to walk around.

Although the remains of the ship are still under the ocean, a number of interesting items that were recovered in the turret are also on display, including a sailors wool jacket, shoes, coins and a knife.

But that’s just one room in the museum, of 12 rooms!

The ship model gallery was amazing! There are a number of people whose hobby is recreating to scale model ships and the detail is unbelievable. There were 2 model makers working when we toured and we spend quite a while chatting to them about the intricacies and details they go to, to replicate these ships. On average, depending on the model, they can take between one and two years to complete and they make every piece from scratch.

The models below, which are a small selection of the 35 on display, were the life’s work of August and Winnifred Crabtree. They follow the history of boating and every one is to scale, intricately carved and with working parts. August, born in 1905, began as an actual ship builder and then built model ships for Hollywood. There are models from a primitive raft to a 15th century Spanish galleon and more modern ocean liners. They were very difficult to photograph because of the lighting and the fact they were all behind glass cases.

SS Howick Hall, 1910

Egyptian Seagoing Vessel, circa 1480 BC

Roman Merchant Ship circa 50 AD

Santa Maria, Christopher Columbus’ flagship, 1492

The other area we found very interesting was the International Small Craft centre, a huge warehouse-sized room that housed actual boats that varied from canoes, to small yachts, to motor boats.

For example, this Bull Boat, circa 1939, came from the Hidatsa Nation, North Dakota and is a traditional canoe made from buffalo skin stretched over willow saplings.

An asymmetrical gondola, from the mid-nineteenth century which is one of only a handful that were built to offset the gondolier’s weight.

A Catboat, circa 1927, this actual boat was sailed on the Amazon.

Any James Bond fans will recognise this boat from the classic Roger Moore scene where they race these boats down Venice canals in For Your Eyes Only.

The maritime museum is not the only attraction in Jamestown however, and since we spent almost an entire day at the maritime museum, we stayed to visit the park and the other historical sites the following day. One of the benefits of travelling the way we do, we can stay as long as we like and change our itinerary at the drop of a hat. So, the following day we visited Jamestown Island, the Yorktown Battlefield archaeological park and the Archaearium Archaeological Museum.

Established in 1930, the park preserves sites of English colonisation from the 16th and 17th centuries and the American Revolution.

We walked around Jamestown Island off the Colonial Parkway early in the morning and happened upon the glassblower, setting the furnace for later demonstrations. This is a recreation of a 17th century glass furnace, complete with the artisan who fashions glass objects using the same tools and techniques as they did centuries ago. Not the place to work on a warm day however!

When the turtles are mating and moving around more, they close the roads to traffic so they don’t get run over.

And there’s always a cute squirrel, just waiting for a photo!

I had to sneak in another cute squirrel photo. This one was enjoying his breakfast. There were also heaps of Fiddler crabs. We learned that only the males have the large claw. Don’t be concerned by the size of the crab in the photo, though, the largest ones are actually only about the size of a finger joint.

The archaeological and battle sites were a mixture of recreations, restorations and archaeological ruins. Because it’s now America’s summer break, schools and universities have several months off so there were budding archaeologists on a camp, assisting with a current dig.

Recreated galleons

The first settlers arrived here in May 1607 in 3 wooden ships. Soon thereafter, the 104 men were besieged by Natives so one of their first tasks was building a wooden fort. Its recreation is on the site but this was one of many challenges. They found ample water from snow run-off initially but as summer came, the fresh water dried up and wells, contaminated with salt water, became unpotable.

However, the cedar, walnut and sassafras trees they felled for building timbers was considered lucrative and until 1620, it was shipped back to England when the cost exceeded the profit and they turned to harvesting tobacco.

Some of the excavated ruins from the first settlement

A recreation showing what the timber fort looked like and its positioning on the site, determined by the archaeological dig.

The first 3 ships that arrived from England held only men but eventually they realised that the jobs women completed and indeed, the ability to further the colony, relied on women. In 1620, 2 ships arrived containing 90 women recruited by the Virginian Company expressly to wed the settlers. The women were skilled in brewing, baking, sewing and of course, they bore children.

At this time also, several dozen “captive Angolans” were landed in the colony and became the first slaves. In fact, archaeologists have discovered information about an African woman named Angela, one of the first whose identity has been revealed and who lived in the settlement in 1625.

By then too, the settlement had the resemblance of England, with habitable houses, livestock, crops and the variety of artisans required to supply all the needs of a growing town. Including government. The settlers chose Captain John Smith as their governor in 1608 and the first General Assembly met in the church, originally a wooden structure, the first brick church was constructed in 1639, this renovated church is circa 1750.

The Jamestown settlement is also where, in 1614 John Rolfe, who is credited with the development of the tobacco crop in the settlement, married Pocahontas, the daughter of the Powhatan chief and which enabled a relative peace between the native people and the settlers. According to accounts by settlers however, Pocahontas had many interactions with the new arrivals from her childhood, and as the daughter of a chief, had managed to save and free a number of captured English settlers.

She gave birth to a son and in 1616 the family and a number of Powhatan men travelled to England with the aim of advertising the colony and encouraging more settlers. Just as they readied to return to Virginia, Pocahontas became ill and died suddenly. She is buried at St. George’s church, Gravesend. Rolfe returned to Virginia, leaving his son Thomas in England.

This bronze statue is a representation of Pocahontas, as there are no images of her.

After another full day in Jamestown we were ready to set off again. As I mentioned, we decided to take the coastal route south and saw this rather bizarre sight, travelling along the road. You might be able to guess what’s in the barrels from the second, close up photo. We assumed they were alive.

Although, their contents shouldn’t be surprising, just the manner of their travel. Crabs seem to be a culinary mainstay here. The whole way along the coast, we’ve seen very many cafes, restaurants, shacks and eateries that owe their existence to to the abundance of and culinary delights that crabs provide.

Initially, driving through areas like this was quite the novelty. Travelling along miles and miles of roads and bridges that traverse waterways on both sides like this, is not something we see in Australia. But, by the time we were traversing the Outer Banks, we’d grown accustomed to roads like the one below, which brought us to a lovely little town with a boardwalk along the Intracoastal Waterway and a very odd name.

I had to post this picture because I’m sure nobody would believe the town was actually called Duck! We had crossed the border again and were now in North Carolina. According to the historical information, it’s a very popular seaside destination and was only incorporated in 2002. Apparently, it’s a popular duck hunting region and as everybody referred to the location as “Duck” the name stuck.

These posts are installed specifically for the birds and this one had a chick

We never discovered why there were painted horses scattered around the town, rather than, oh I don’t know – maybe ducks?

As well as the very picturesque boardwalk, they had a wonderful bakery with donuts the size of…..

Well, you can see how big they were!

Not terribly far down the coast we arrived at the Wright Brothers Park, the location of Wilbur and Orville Wright’s historic first flights. However, if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t guess what this actual location is called.

Would you believe, Kill Devils Hills? This is the actual location where Orville and Wilbur Wright tested, modified and eventually managed free flight of a “heavier-than-air machine” for the first time.

In fact, these markers delineate exactly where they took off from and landed their first three successive flights.

The monument was erected in the Wright Brothers honour in 1932, and a recorded 2,000 people attended the dedication. A far cry from the few locals who helped them achieve their goal in 1903.

This is an exact replica of the plane, showing one of the locals who helped steady it, as it took off.

Nearby, we took a walk in the surrounding sand dunes to see the biggest dune in the area, and we traded photos with another tourist family.

Then, we continued our drive along the coast on Highway 12, the narrow land spit along the Outer Banks and enjoyed the varied scenery.

Each of the Lighthouses along the coast are painted differently to assist daytime navigation.

As you can see by the pictures, it was very scenic but also very varied. The other thing we’ve noticed travelling here, is the amount of unusable land. so much of this area is water and it’s flat. There’s barely a hummock, except for the very steep bridges that traverse the waterways to enable large ships and yachts easy passage along the Intracoastal Waterway. And these dunes, that vary with the wind.

There are a number of bridges along this 70 mile stretch of highway and the roads are barely above the waterline. There are also two car ferries. The first is a free ferry and takes about 20 minutes to traverse the water.

The first ferry takes you to Ocracoke Island then you drive across the island to the second ferry which takes 2 1/2 hours to Cedar Point. This one cost a reasonable $32 for Joey.

Ocracoke Island is famous for its wild ponies, although they aren’t so wild now. They have fenced in yards and are fed and cared for. Apparently, too many were hit by cars on the road so they decided to contain them. The 3 that we saw were very fit and healthy.

We also managed to be on the island when they were holding an annual music festival, so it was quite busy in the little town. We walked the length of the town and to the original lighthouse. Constructed in 1823, it’s the oldest functioning lighthouse in North Carolina, although today, the light is automated.

We spent the rest of the day listening to the music we could hear from Joey, while we waited for our 5.30pm ferry departure.

The road from Cedar Point was not dissimilar to the island roads and we had a wonderful sunset.

And a beautiful sunrise.

I need to digress for a moment, and ask a question. Have you ever been misplaced because you thought you were going to a specific place and found, when you arrived, that you weren’t where you expected to be? Let me be more specific. We’ve just arrived at Beaufort, a small town not far from the Cedar Island ferry landing. But as I perused my map, I discovered that Beaufort was actually in the next state, South Carolina. Couldn’t be! Time to check our more detailed map, and lo and behold, there’s the other little town called Beaufort. There are, it seems, more often than you would think, more than one location with the same name. This isn’t the first time we’ve been bamboozled with towns of the same name being in different places. Years ago, before GPS, we were in England searching for the motor racing circuit at Donnington. We asked directions and found it. Unfortunately, we also discovered that there were actually three Donnington’s in England and we were at the wrong one!

So, here we were, in North Carolina’s Beaufort.

We continued to hug the coast on the way south, and this Beaufort was another quaint seaside fishing town, with some cute bird houses on stilts and if you look closely, you’ll recognise that they seem to be made from eskies.

We discovered that from 1769, Beaufort was a part of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade, which landed Africans bound for plantations along the length of the coast. In fact, it is registered as a slave route with UNESCO.

As we walked around the town, we passed some lovely homes, churches and buildings with, as we’ve come to expect, a very long history.

For example, this very old graveyard, or burying ground.

Morehead City was our next stop, a larger seaside fishing town, swelling with fisherfolk attending the annual Big Rock Marlin Tournament.

Our camp for the night, south of Morehead City, was Cedar Point, a park surrounded by marshes and swamps, so we had an interesting walk the following morning.

There were literally thousands of these Fiddler Crabs.

In many places we’ve walked, we’ve heard woodpeckers. They peck at the trees, searching for bugs below the bark and they can be quite loud. But we’ve never actually seen one. Walking back through the campground, we saw our first woodpeckers.

There were two on this tree and they were the funniest thing to watch. They pecked furiously at the tree, going round and round, back and forth. It was like they were testing the bark for insects before pecking a hole because they weren’t in one place long enough. Unless it was a mating ritual, considering there were two.

Our travels have been anything but boring. We’ve discovered such varied places to visit and activities to do. Looking for interesting things to do is what brought us to the USS North Carolina Battleship. This was another of those attractions we thought we’d spend an hour or so wandering around but instead, found it incredibly informative and were the last people left after closing time!

There were information boards throughout the 9 levels of the ship which appealed to both of us. Peter enjoyed reading all the technical information and I really related to the photos and transcripts from interviews by members of the crew who explained exactly what it was like living and working aboard, during active duty and also lulls where the crew had free time.

The USS North Carolina is moored across the Cape Fear River from Wilmington. Commissioned in April 1941, she participated in every major battle in the Pacific during World War II and has been restored as a memorial to the 2,000 men who worked aboard her and the more than 11,000 North Carolinians who lost their lives during the war. She has operated as a museum from 1960.

What made it particularly interesting, was that very little of the ship was cordoned off or out of bounds and most of the equipment was in working order and hands on. So we climbed into the gun turrets, adjusted and looked through the telescopes and sights and got a real understanding of the often cramped and stifling conditions under which the sailors worked. Remembering too, that they were also stationed in tropical waters. Our actual experience combined with the information and testimonies of the crew made this an experience we’ll remember.

We could easily have spent another hour looking through the bowels of the boat which was a real rabbit warren of corridors and interconnected rooms. When we realised the time, we were quite a few levels below in the ship and although we’d been following the tour and arrow signs, with only 10 minutes to closing time we thought we’d cut and run, so to speak. Bad idea! We came to dead ends, then tried retracing our steps and got befuddled again. I did start to wonder how on earth the staff would confirm that everyone had actually vacated. Initially, we saw a couple of other people but then, all of sudden, it appeared that we were the only ones left.

When we finally found our way to the up exit stairs and through the door onto the deck, I was quite relieved.

We overnighted in Wilmington and the following morning, took a very interesting walk around the town’s historic river district. Settled in 1725, by the time the railroad reached the town in 1840, it had grown to a bustling city, which included a number of beautiful buildings and manor houses. After the Civil War (1860-1865) it became a prominent centre for the region, encouraging more growth.

Like many of the towns we’ve visited, Wilmington has an active historical society and many of the home owners have ‘come to the party’, so to speak, and have renovated or maintained their homes immaculately.

We found ourselves crisscrossing up and down the streets, reading the historical information and taking in the varied architecture.

Before we left the Wilmington area, we took a walk along the river through the high rises to the beach.

We’ve seen these before where you pedal your way around a city while imbuing a large quantity of alcohol but we’ve never seen one on the water before.

A very industrious chap was pushing this cart with gelato along the sand. I guess the shops on the street were too far on a hot day.

But, time to move on. A short drive and we were at another ferry. This one a short distance like the first, and a nominal fee.

We arrived at lovely little town, saw some interesting sights, and bought some locally caught shrimp or prawns if you’re Aussie.

The fishmonger told us all about their pelicans, who are wild but come so regularly, they have names.

This house really attracted our attention because the fire engine red roof stood out against the crisp white so much. Then we discovered it was quite notable because it belonged to Captain Thomas Mann Thompson, “one of the most successful of the 77 licensed pilots who guided blockade-running steamboats through the Cape Fear Shoals during the Civil War”, to quote the information board.

Apparently knowledgeable pilots like Thompson were paid as much as $3,000 in gold per trip, and he piloted 9 different steamers over 34 successful runs, so it’s not surprising that he was able to build such a house in 1868.

I couldn’t resist a picture of this cute little vehicle. Something we’ve noticed here, is that golf buggies, sand buggies, all kinds of buggies, are able to drive on the roads and we frequently see them driving around resort areas, beaches and lakes. They’d never be allowed on the roads in Oz!

And just like that, we’ve crossed another border !

We found a lovely swamp and boardwalk and not far along, a very busy beach, lined with high rise accommodation and apartments.

We also discovered, if you like seafood it’s the place to find a buffet. There must have been a dozen or more so after some quick googling for reviews, we chose this one.

We were so spoiled for choice, and it was all delicious, what’s more, there was no time limit, which they like to impose on buffet’s in Australia. Wolf it down quickly because we’re only giving you 1 1/2 hours! In fact, our waitress told us there was no rush. So, we took our time and grazed our way through a number of different seafood dishes. And then we started on dessert! No seafood here, but a huge chocolate fountain, fresh fruit and a wide array of cakes and pies with all the trimmings. Such a treat!

As we made our way south, another State Park beckoned, this time Huntington Beach.

We also discovered Atalaya Castle. Archer Huntington bought three plantations and built the castle in 1931 as a winter retreat and setting for his wife’s sculpture studio. He also began building a garden to house his wife’s sculptures.

The castle consisted of 30 rooms, including a studio with a 25-foot skylight and enclosed courtyard.

After Archer died in 1955, his wife moved her studio to Brookgreen Gardens, which is now an amazing sculpture garden and animal habitat. That was our destination the following day.

There are a large variety of sculptures from artisans spanning the 18th to the 21st century, including current works and they regularly have eclectic works scattered throughout the gardens. During our visit there were a number of light exhibits which are illuminated at night, twice a week.

The statues are scattered among beautiful gardens, some planted and manicured and others just beautiful expanses of lawn and trees. There are also a number of water features and fountains. It was another surprise find, where we thought we’d spend an hour and ended up spending almost the whole day.

There was also an animal sanctuary that had a mix of farm and wild animals and birds.

And they are a member of Wolf SAFE, having established a habitat for the critically endangered Red Wolves. It was later in the afternoon when we ventured to the animals and quite warm so the wolves were a little tricky to see.

This is a rare red wolf that was close to extinction in the region but is being rehabilitated due to breeding programs like the one at Brookgreen.

In conjunction with the beautiful gardens and sculptures outside, there were also two complexes that housed smaller pieces indoors.

We were enamoured with these exquisite bird sculptures by Grainger McKoy. The feathers are so intricately carved and painted that we found it hard to believe they were actually made entirely from wood.

They were all in glass cases which made them tricky to photograph, but hopefully the intricate details are visible.

The beautiful old homes we’ve seen in so many towns during our travels, never cease to enthrall me. It’s also quite wonderful to see the histories of so many homes recorded for all to see. Georgetown was another of these beautiful towns that took great pride in their history. The port on the Sampit River has been an important location for loading and unloading goods like rice, indigo, cotton and animal products since its founding in 1729. It also played its part in the American revolution becoming an important supply port for the army in the south.

Many of the houses were also built during the 1700s. There were two markers on the houses, either a sail boat with a date and a number, which indicated it was on the National Register Historic District Map, the date it was built and the corresponding information number, or those with a cream coloured marker with a rice sheaf, that were not on the register but still notable. Armed with the list, we wove our way around the town, taking in all the historical homes and finding out just a little bit about their histories.

For example, John and Mary Perry Cleland built this house in 1737 and it is one of the earliest built in the town.

This house was bequeathed to the City of Georgia by Julia Pyatt Kaminski, the last owner of the property. It was built in 1769. She donated the house and its furnishings, including antiques from the 18th to 20th centuries as a museum and it has been open to the public since 1973.

Built in 1750 by plantation owner Robert Stewart, this is the only “extant brick residence in Georgetown built before the American Revolution.” It was also the venue where George Washington was “lavishly entertained and then honored by the Masons of Prince George Lodge No. 16 and the Winyah Indigo Society.”

Indigo was one of the first crops grown in the area, before it was replaced by rice, cotton, and then sugar. Indigo became popular because of the partiality for blue dye. The Winyah Indigo Society was established in 1753 and granted a charter by King George II in 1758. Its first president, Thomas Lynch was also a signatory on the Declaration of Independence.

The thing that really strikes us about these properties, which are still residences today, is how well maintained they appear. I find it hard to imagine that they were constructed so many years ago.

Not all are opulent mansions, either. Some, like this quaint cottage, was built by one of the first settlers in the area, James Baxter, in 1770.

Childermas Croft House was built c. 1765, occupied by the British during the Revolution and used as a hospital. Fun fact: After the war, cows were stabled inside the house because it was thought they would rid the house of germs.

This stunning home was built by Many Man in 1775 using timber and slave labour from her father’s rice plantation. The plantation was established in 1718 and is, according to their literature, “widely recognised as one of the most well-preserved antebellum rice plantations in the United States.”

We have gathered from the numbers of immaculately presented houses from these early eras and the fact that they readily and proudly display their historical plaque, that there is some prestige attached to owning and maintaining a home with such history. This house, built by Frances Withers c. 1760, received the “First Distinguished Preservation Award of the Historic Georgetown Foundation,” in 1974 for its authentic restoration.

I must admit, I never get tired of walking around these streets and admiring the beautiful old houses, especially when there’s wonderful historical information available.

But, after our walk it was time to head off, over another bridge, of which there were very, very many and into Mount Pleasant to visit a tourist bureau or Welcome centre, as they’re often called.

We spied some very quirky paintings.

But didn’t linger longer (try saying that ten times fast) than to walk along the pier and then it was off to our next destination, Charleston, another beautiful historic town.

In April, 1920, according to their information sign, a number of residents gathered to form The Society for the Preservation of Old Dwellings. It was organised by Susan Pringle Frost and was the first historically based preservation group in America. So now we knew where the cataloguing and information posting of these lovely old homes began. The group were also at the forefront of creating the first historic district in 1931.

A walk around Charleston revealed how beautifully restored and majestic many of these historic manor homes are.

Englishmen and women formed the settlement of Charleston in 1670 and in the 1690s they had begun building a brick and earth fortification around the town to protect residents from the French, Spanish and Native Americans. Archaeologists believe the wall was 10 feet tall around and six feet wide along the water front. It was completed in 1711, including bastions (small forts) and a draw bridge. Called Charles Town at the time, it was the only British walled city built in America, however, it was relatively short lived.

By the 1730s most of the wall was demolished to accommodate the increasing population. What remained of the wall was buried until a small section was discovered in the 1920s and another in the 1960s. Today, small wall “sightings” are often reported by residents and county workers.

Some of the streets are still cobble stones and the many buildings in the main town are also beautifully restored.

There’s a stunning waterfront fountain featuring a pineapple and the sign adjacent the fountain was wonderful!

Eventually, we came to Charleston City Market, one of the oldest establishments in continuous use and dated from the 1680s.

There were some lovely painted tile mosaics and several people who were making and selling these outstanding sweetwater grass baskets.

We had begun to see small, wooden structures along the highway as drove towards Charlestown, many were very ramshackle, some had already fallen over and others looked like they were still used. They all advertised sweetwater grass baskets and they were along the highway for many, many miles. As we neared the town, we started to see the odd one with someone selling what looked to us, bamboo or cane goods. What they were, are these intricately fashioned baskets and bowls, made by weaving the water grass. They really were exquisite and I could appreciate the expertise and hours of work that were required, however, their prices were still jaw-dropping.

We had a wonderful chat with this fellow in the market, who told us that he learned to weave from his mother and grandmother and that he had taught his children also. He said an intricate bowl like the one in the rear of the picture would take him about a month, but that wasn’t every day. I asked the price and he said $500.00.

Our return walk through the town took us past a beautiful rotunda, the fire house with a statue of the mascot and a number of other beautiful buildings and churches.

The sculptures around the fountain in the square were very cute.

And the upmarket shopping street was lined with beautiful flower-filled hanging baskets.

We also walked along several more streets with historic manor homes. This brick house, built in 1796.

Miles Brewton House, built between 1765 and 1769.

And we came across a horse drawn carriage.

As we arrived back at Joey, parked on the waterfront I noticed a small fishing boat and a very attentive pelican. We assumed he must be a regular on the boat because the pelican wasn’t bothered that the engine was running and the fisherman didn’t seem bothered that the pelican was hitching a ride.

On our drive out of Charleston, we visited Angel Oak. Named for the family who owned the property, Martha and Justus Angel and whose family have resided here from the early 1700s until it was purchased by the city in 1991. This magnificent native oak tree (Quercus Virginiana) variety only grows along the east coast. It is estimated to be over 400 years old. It is 65 feet tall, has a 31.5 feet circumference, which has expanded from its last measurement in 1991, from 25.5 feet. It provides 17,000 square feet of shade and is truly magnificent. And very, very popular!

It’s also in a beautiful location. We discovered this lovely park, not too far away.

Our next stop was another State Park where we wandered along some of the trails. We even saw an alligator, and while this setting looked very serene, overlooking the water, it was hot! Hot and humid and not a day to be reclining on rocking chairs. Which, incidentally, Americans seem to be obsessed with. So many places there are chairs , they are rocking chairs and we’ve noticed it from the Grand Canyon, and many places we’ve stopped.

And there’s another state done, until we come back. We’re about to cross the border into Georgia, as we make our way south along the coast.

The Great Smoky Mountains

We’re always on the lookout for an easy overnight camp spots. In large towns and cities, it’s often a Walmart or Cracker Barrel car park. Stopping at the Walmart’s also makes grocery shopping quicker and easier, because we’re right there. State parks are also a favourite because they’re often hidden gems that provide lovely outlooks, hiking trails , dump points, power and water and they’re usually quite reasonably priced.

So that ‘s where we found ourselves on the way the Smoky Mountains, Hanging Rock State Park.

Of course we went for a walk around Hanging Rock park when we arrived, and discovered this amazing dammed swimming lake and building.

Everyone seems obsessed with rocking chairs here. Almost every venue we go to that provides seating, has rocking chairs.

The waterfall in the park is also a swimming hole that was obviously a popular spot with those in the know.

The following morning we drove to Guilford and discovered Greensboro Country Park, a 400 acre site, situated in the Battlefield Parks District. The park combines memorials, statues and information boards about the American Civil War, the battles and men who took part and a large lake, zipline, picnic and BBQ areas.

For example, this monument honours three of the men who signed the Declaration of Independence.

And this very impressive statue for Nathanael Greene (1742-1786) , appointed by Washington and a celebrated commander of the southern troops he is credited with securing the south from the British and enabling a Patriot victory.

The lake with its docked swan and duck paddleboats was lovely, as were the flowers.

We’ve become accustomed to the beautiful green trees and foliage that has been a staple of our walks since leaving the more arid areas America, but it’s always such a treat to see the wildlife. Like this deer, who stopped grazing to watch us.

And I just can’t resist the squirrels.

One thing we find while traveling as we do, is that we need to grocery shop fairly regularly. Luckily, there’s never too far between supermarkets. This morning, our supermarket was conveniently next to an amazing bakery. So of course we had to sample some of their wares.

Our dilemma? How to select a just a couple!

After lunch, and still in Greensboro, we walked around their arboretum.

It wasn’t particularly large, but it was very well laid out with some beautiful flowers and plants in bloom and sculptures.

Continuing on, we had a brief stop at Roanoke Springs and walked the canal and aqueduct trail. The canal was constructed by the Roanoke Navigation Company using slave labour, and ran between Roanoke Rapids Lake and Weldon, North Carolina. Construction began in 1815, was completed by 1823, but transportation along the waterway didn’t begin until 1834. There was a 90 foot elevation and almost 9 miles of rapids to overcome.

We drove through the park gate at Cades Cove in the afternoon after having had rain for the best part of the drive from Sweetwater.

We stopped at the information booth just as they were packing away for day so I grabbed an umbrella and hurried up to get a brochure and some information. The peak attraction at Cades Cove is an 11 mile (18km), one way loop road that travels past 9 places of interest, and several trail heads with stopping areas to pull off the road. Signs informed us that black bears and elk were common in the area. I scoffed. We hiked in numerous locations where bears were common when we were last here and only once saw one way, way up ahead crossing the road and disappearing up a hillside. The park ranger insisted they were very common. In fact, he offered to buy us dinner if we didn’t see a bear.

It appears we’re going hungry! Although it was still raining and after 4pm, we decided to do the 11 mile drive around the loop to see what was there, before heading to our camp site. A short distance into the drive we came to a stop behind a number of cars. We waited. And we waited. We noticed people in front were getting out of their cars. Then we twigged! There must be an animal. So, on with my jacket, out the door and up the road I went to find what had held up all the traffic. A mama black bear with not one, not two, but three baby bears!! I couldn’t tell you how many photos I took. I didn’t manage to get all four in the one picture because as we all know, there’s always one that has to be different.

The third baby bear was quite high up in the tree, until mama and two babies wandered into the forest. Then he scrambled down at a great rate of knots and took off behind.

This was now my very favourite place!

After our bear sighting, all the cars on the road, and there were dozens, had concertinaed up so we were in quite the procession as we slowly drove along. The rain had all but stopped so we detoured into Cable Mill Historic area.

On the way from the carpark we saw another two bears in a field of tall grass. They were quite away in the distance but it was comical to watch them. For a minute, you could just see the grass bending down, then up would pop a bear head, as he stood to get his bearings. Then he’d disappear again, and continue through the grass.

This site of heritage buildings was quite large. There were 5 buildings in the complex, the grist mill, the only one on its original site, a blacksmith shop, LeQuire cantilever barn, millrace and dam and smokehouse.

John P. Cable built the water-powered grist mill in the late 1860s, a saw mill in 1870 and also farmed the land. His son James took over the saw mill and it operated well into the 20th century. Large cantilever barns with counterweighted overhanging beams were common in the area, our brochure told us, because stock and equipment needed shelter from the harsh winters and they provided easy access for loading and unloading hay.

The house was built by Leason Gregg who purchased a small plot of land from Cable in 1879 and ran a store. Cable’s son and wife bought the property and house in 1887, but due to ill health, their sister Becky ran the farm and raised her nieces and nephews. She remained in the property until her death in 1940 at the age of 96.

As we were marveling at the ingenuity of the mill and the barn, we noticed that other people were making their way across the creek. It had to be another animal, so we followed along. A young buck elk was grazing in the forest, seemingly oblivious to the dozen or so people all taking pictures. Then, in the greenery, we noticed another two.

It’s so amazing to see these animals in the wild. We spent almost an hour at this site, including the gift shop. (There’s always a gift shop)! We’d had a long day and it was after 5pm but that didn’t seem to deter the constant stream of cars making their way around the loop road. We were about half way and the camp ground was at the other end, so we slotted ourselves into the stream of cars and slowly made our way to the camp ground.

We were up bright an early the following morning to get a start on the loop before the crowds. The skies were clear and the morning crisp but clouds still hung around the hills. As we drove along, the clouds became a little foggy which just enhanced the beautiful surroundings.

During the late 18th and early 19th centuries, many of the people who lived in this area cleared portions of land for crops and livestock. So there are swathes of grassland, indispersed among the heavily wooded forests. Ideal grazing for the elk and white-tailed dee and it wasn’t long before we saw some deer in the grass. As you can see, they were not underfed.

The Loop trail at Cades Cove takes you past some of the remaining 80 historic cottages and buildings in the park, from bygone farms to churches and graveyards and an accompanying brochure provides historical information, in conjunction with sign boards at each site. We were surprised, at this early hour of 7am, how many cars were already doing the slow drive. But, apparently this is the most popular part of the Smoky Mountains.

We determined to stop at each of the sites, most cars didn’t. Our first, was the cabin built by John Oliver who bought land in 1826 and built the small house. He, and his family of 4 generations lived there for 100 years.

It’s a great example of the building style of the era. Felled trees were notched in the corners so no nails or pegs were needed. The open spaces between the logs were filled with mud to keep out the elements. The chimney, of local stone was also held together with a mortar of mud.

Next up, a primitive Baptist church. There are three churches on the loop and each has a graveyard. The Baptist church was established in 1827 but the original log cabin was replaced by the current, more elaborate structure in 1887. The other two, a Methodist church and a Missionary church, were built in 1902 and 1915 respectively.

Primitive Baptist above.

Methodist above

Missionary above

As we drove, the clouds hung like white cotton wool over the grassland between the trees. I’ve not gotten tired of these green forests.

As we determined to stop at all the sites , some of the buildings were near the road, but others, a distance walk, giving an opportunity to experience the surroundings.

Like this quite strange flower, butterflies, dragonfly, fungi and the wild turkeys who share the grassland.

Cades Cove is situated on the plains and the Smoky Mountains surround us in the distance.

The next homestead was owned by Elijah Oliver and his family who moved into this dwelling after the civil war (1865). The complex consists of the cabin, a springhouse to keep dairy products cold, by way of redirecting the stream to run under the building, a smokehouse, corn crib for grinding corn into meal, and a barn.

The next dwelling, constructed later in the 1880s was the only dwelling left in the park built in this way. They used 4 inch thick square-sawed logs with jointed corners and it was unique because sawed log houses weren’t built until sawmills arrived in the area during the early 1900s.

The cantilever barns are also unique and quite amazing. Similar to the one we saw yesterday, it has two log cribs supporting each end and an empty space in the middle to feed livestock. The lofts were used to store hay and the overhang for sheltering farm equipment. These types of barns were popular in southeastern USA, particularly in Tennessee, although their origins are sketchy. It’s surmised that they originated by taking ideas from several settler cultures including German, Swedish and Irish. It was also suggested that because governments of this era taxed on the square footage of buildings, if a large proportion didn’t touch the ground, it couldn’t be taxed.

The barn pictured here is a replica, but constructed exactly as would have been. The property, including the barn and other buildings, belonged to William Tipton and was built during the 1820s.

Not long after seeing the barn, there was another traffic jam on the loop road. It could only mean one thing! A bear! Many people just abandon their cars on the road to head down to the front of the queue to see what’s been spotted and sure enough, it was another black bear with two cubs. One just in front of mama bear and the rogue, right up the tree.

Not long after the bear sighting, we were lucky to see another white tailed deer and some elk, just grazing on the side of the road and not bothered about the vehicles.

Surprisingly, driving the 11 mile loop road and all the stops, hikes and sightseeing along the way, took us all day. We’d booked two nights at the campground and decided that since it was a long weekend, we would do a waterfall hike in the morning, then head out of the park and take in some of the neighbouring towns on our way to the other end of the Smoky Mountains.

As we’ve travelled, we’ve tried to fit in as much as we can because we know that we won’t be retracing our steps. Consequently, rain, hail or shine, we’ve headed out to see what we came to see. We woke to a very overcast sky and realised it had rained quite a bit overnight. Not to be deterred, we drove out along the loop for the third time, to the waterfall trailhead, half way along. It’s a popular hike and there is a large car park. There were already a number of vehicles parked and people were donning backpacks and hiking shoes, so we figured, they must know that the light rain which was falling would dissipate.

We wore rain jackets, waterproof shoes and carried umbrella’s just in case.

The trail was uphill and ran alongside a fast flowing creek and among the beautiful green trees and foliage we were accustomed to. Except for the ones that had lost their grasp on the ground and toppled over.

There were a couple of bridges, you get a sense of how dark it was in the trees with such a heavy clouded sky.

As we continued, the canopy opened up to let the light in and it was quite stunning. Notwithstanding the rain that hadn’t abated!

In fact, it got heavier, and darker. Then we heard rumbling. Surely it wasn’t thunder? We kept on, up the trail and soon after the rumble a flash. You’re kidding me? A thunderstorm? We started to rethink our decision to do the hike. All the while, the rain was falling and the thunder and lightening getting louder and closer together.

We had seen some people head out before us and they hadn’t returned so we continued on, until there was almost as much water pouring down the trail as there was in the creek! By now my waterproof shoes were so wet my feet were squelching. We’d brought out the umbrellas but even they weren’t helping and the thunder and lightening coupled with the now slippery, flowing trail convinced us to turn around.

This was the trail, not the creek!

On the way back, treading quite gingerly, we passed two people headed out to go fishing. Crazy! And all the while, the thunder, lightening and rain continued.

We’d hiked out about 3 miles so by the time we arrived back at Joey, we were very wet and glad to have a warm shower and dry clothes waiting for us. And wouldn’t you know it! By the time we were showered and changed, the rain had stopped and the storm passed. However, considering the amount of rain and the way it was gushing down the trail, we weren’t inclined to set out again. This was one waterfall we were going to miss.

Our plan was to drive out of the park and visit some of the surrounding towns, then head back into the park, after the Memorial Day long weekend, so we exited the park and joined the main highway to Gatlinburg.

Using Google maps on our phones for navigation has been fantastic because it gives live traffic information. As we neared Gatlinburg, the traffic got heavier, and heavier, until we were almost at a standstill. We could see on Google maps that the road was red for quite a distance. We could not have imagined the amount of traffic making their way to this town, at a snails pace. Until we arrived at the town and realised it was one big amusement arcade. There was benefit to the slow traffic procession though, we could sightsee along the drive without finding a park.

However, with this much traffic there was little chance we’d find a park, so we kept on until we exited Gatlinburg, deciding to stop at the following town, Pigeon Forge, where the traffic had eased. A walk through the town revealed it was similar to Gatlinburg with an amusement park through the town, including many tourist t-shirt and gift paraphernalia shops. There were dodgem cars, pirate swings, merry-go-rounds, large slides, to name a few, and large seemed to be the drawcard to encourage custom.

There were also large buildings, well painted and adorned with themed rides. This one was a boat ride around a “Jurassic Park” type canal inside a large warehouse. You’d almost think you were in Disneyland.

Always on the lookout for uniquely American items, we found these marvels in diversification.

If we had a coffee percolator I would have bought one to try.

Walking into the actual town of Pigeon Forge, beyond the tourist spots, we discovered the town was settled in 1783 and originally called “Forks of Little Pigeon.” We found a quite majestic town hall and a statue to a very clever dog called Bertie the Bird Dog.

We also learned that Pigeon Forge was the birthplace of Dolly Parton.

The following morning we discovered a very scenic river walk through town.

And an amazing highway lined with Disney-like themed rides, more mini-golf venues than you’d think would survive, experiences and food outlets.

This was a movie theatre that showed IMAX style movies.

And I bet you can guess what this was representing! We thought it was a ride or restaurant but it was actually a Titanic museum and exceptionally well done.

For anyone of a certain age, you’ll remember the Beverly Hillbillies TV show with Ma and Pa Kettle. Well this was a theatre restaurant themed show, complete with live goats and chickens milling around outside.

Notice anything odd about this building?

We think it was a museum, but very clever.

That night the rain returned, but by later in the morning, it had abated. A local told us that they can never rely on weather forecasts because Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg sit in a valley flanked by the Great Smoky Mountains. Sometimes the clouds appear out of nowhere, from the mountains and they get a drenching, and others, menacing clouds that look like a storm, don’t drop any rain.

Yesterday, we walked the length of the river walk alongside the river. This morning, there was flooding in a number of spots and the river was flowing incredibly quickly. This is the spot where the mural photo I posted earlier was.

Having spent our Memorial Day long weekend in Pigeon Forge, trying to evade the crowds, we decided to spend Tuesday at Dolly Parton’s Dollywood theme park, just for something different. You can’t beat a good theme park! We downloaded the maps and planned our day to maximise our rides. We hoped that waiting until Tuesday, it might be less busy. So, bright and early we drove Joey to the entrance gate and were ushered in to park in the RV spots. The area Dollywood is built on in Pigeon Forge, is quite undulating and we expected, as is always the case, that the RV’s would be parked in the back of beyond, far from the entrance. Imagine our surprise when we found the RV car park was with the tour buses, just up the hill from the VIP car parks.

Dollywood is on 165 acres and I swear the car parks take up more than half. They’re so expansive that there’s a trolly train with a dozen or more carriages to ferry people from the car parks to the entrance. We had a 5 minute walk! We were in the first few people to be admitted and armed with the map, made a bee line for our first ride.

We did the Mystery Mine, Blazing Fury, Daredevil falls and Tennessee Tornado in quick succession and didn’t have to queue for any. Then we had a breather to actually look around.

Dolly is everywhere! In fact, the souvenir booklet quotes her saying “going through Dollywood is like a tour through my life.” The park’s theme is butterflies and each season there’s a different festival. The current theme was flowers and food and there were a number of topiary sculptures throughout the park.

Much of the food was Southern style and involved different varieties of BBQ meat, macaroni with lashings of cheese, candied sweet potatoes, and lots of fried chicken but there were also sweet treats like funnel cakes, donuts, fresh, hot cinnamon bread which smelled amazing and chocolate or caramel dipped apples.

And THE biggest apple pie I’ve ever seen!

I doubted Dolly kept her figure eating desserts like these.

There is a bird aviary housing a number of bald eagles and several other birds of prey that they use for flight shows.

And a number of other attractions, like these simple but very effective umbrella’s. There’s a steam train that circumnavigates the park and like Disney, each area is themed, for example, Wildwood Grove, Show Street or Rivertown Junction.

We took in two musical shows, the Hall Sisters country singing quartet who also played violins, guitars and the piano and the Smoky Mountain String Band a trio of three men, the oldest, and funniest in his seventies and boy he could play the banjo! My only complaint was that their stint wasn’t long enough.

To round off the day, we visited the Dolly Parton experience, a visual extravaganza, detailing her life in pictures, video footage and music from her first outings as a 13 year old to her current philanthropic ventures. We even had a look through her tour bus. Neither of us are particular Dolly fans, or even country music fans but seeing her life through music and pictures from where she started out and her sheer determination, we can appreciate how much she’s accomplished.

All in all, a fun day was had. After our few days of crowds and shops though, we were ready to head back to the Great Smoky Mountains.

I have to say I never get sick of this beautiful scenery. These Mountains are truly magnificent, from their broad sweeping plains, to forests, wildlife and flora. We travelled through the middle of the mountains on the Newfound Gap Road, through Smokemont, then along the Blueridge Parkway that we loved so much last time we were here.

Our first stop was Laurel Falls, a 2.6 mile round trip, the first half of which was all uphill.

Although it was barely 8am, the trail was already busy so we hightailed it to falls and back in double quick time. Mostly because there were other sights to see and carparking, much less RV parking, was at a premium.

We drove through Newfound Gap, crossed the famous Appalachian Trail and hiked up Chimney Tops Trail. Another uphill trek, and one of the most popular hikes in the park, it gains 1,400 feet over 2 miles and has some spectacular views.

Continuing along the road, we came to this interesting sign, a little wary of how tight it might actually be for Joey to negotiate but we had no trouble. This was followed soon after by another tunnel.

We’re still loving these waterfall hikes and it’s the right time of year to view them. The weather is generally good, like Goldilocks porridge, not too hot and not too cold, but just right!

About half way through the park travelling south, we crossed the border from Tennessee into North Carolina and soon thereafter, Newfound Gap.

These mountains are truly spectacular. In the first picture below you can even see the road in the distance.

Further along the road, we came to Mingus Mill. A short walk along a beautiful trail led us to the Mill and aqueduct, built in 1886.

Running for 50 years, the mill ground wheat into flour and corn into meal for the mountain communities. In 1968 the National Park Service renovated it to be operational but more recent flooding from the water course has destabilised some of the supporting timbers so it is currently out of action.

Our next stop was the Mountain Farm Museum on the Oconaluftee River and the chance to see some more very well fed elk and deer that weren’t the slightest bit concerned about us.

The museum is a recreation of a late 1800s village where the structures have been relocated to this site and renovated. There is a farmhouse, barn, apple house, spring house and a blacksmith shop.

We exited the Great Smoky Mountains with a hint of regret, knowing that we would not return but having thoroughly enjoyed our few days exploring this beautiful part of America and seeing wildlife in its natural surroundings.

We officially hit the Blueridge Parkway and continued through North Carolina.

Nashville to the Great Smoky Mountains

We knew we were headed across Tennessee to the Great Smoky Mountains, so we decided to head south in our hire car towards Chattanooga. There are several state parks in this area with waterfalls which we thought would be flowing after the rains here, so that’s the region we headed to.

First up, Dunbar Cave State Park, Clarksville. Although not a waterfall, it was a fascinating place with several miles of hiking trails. The cave is 8 miles (13kms) deep and until 2010, was open for tours. Archaeologists have dated artifacts and cave etchings found inside to between 1,000BC and 800 AD. It was a ceremonial space for Native Americans, mined for saltpeter for gunpowder during the Mexican American war, and after the Civil War, a two-story hotel was constructed. During the early 20th century it housed dances and concerts and in 1933 a swimming pool, bathhouse and tennis courts were built. By 1948 it was the venue for large music concerts by Benny Goodman and Tommy Dorsey, but soon after in 1950, the hotel burned down and wasn’t rebuilt. The pool was closed in 1967 and the cave was purchased in 1973 and dedicated as a Natural State Park.

This is what remains of the cave that once saw so much activity.

The hike through the park was very pretty. Especially because we got to see an elk that was as interested to watch us, as we were to watch him.

As we’d come to expect here, the all foliage was a vibrant green.

Our hike finished with a walk around the lake and then it was on to Paris Landing State Park and a surprising find. Not only did we see our first woodpecker, we discovered they take in injured raptors that can’t be released. We often hear woodpeckers tapping at the trees but have not seen one ’til now.

Being a Saturday, were also lucky to catch the the Raptor feeding and park ranger’s talk about their current inhabitants.

We’d already visited the Parthenon in Nashville, so why not visit the Eiffel Tower in? Where would you expect to find it? Paris, of course! It’s 66 feet tall and was created as a university project. The Paris Chamber of Commerce installed it as a tourist attraction in 1991 after they celebrated “Paris USA”.

The town of Paris was quite lovely, with a large town square, ornate government buildings and a different take on their murals. Each one depicts an historical event that took place in the county.

Created to recognise entertainment in the region, it depicts several different activities and also local identities.

This is called “Journey Through Time” and depicts the importance of the railroad from the 1800s to “today.” According to the explanation, many local identities are also pictured here.

The note on this one just says 200 people and places.

Call me macabre but this one intrigued me. It’s not the sort of mural we usually see. It depicts a duel between Will Edmunds and Kenny Porter, the Governor’s son, on June 4, 1888. Edmunds was killed. Later the same day, Porter’s brother, Dudley was also killed in a duel by Alex White, after an argument about the earlier duel. In 1889, Kenny married Nell Edmunds, Will’s sister. Go figure!

Entitled “The Ring” This shows a jeweler making a ring for John Dewit Atkins and his fiancé Ella Gilbert, who wed in 1890. They are in the background, with some of the buildings in the town square.

The Eiffel Tower reproduction is a centrepiece of the town. However, it was now past 4pm and dark black clouds were settling in overhead so it was time to head back to Joey.

We had a thunderstorm overnight but when Sunday morning arrived, it was a clear, warm day so off we headed for part two of our sojourn without Joey.

I started the day with a very photogenic squirrel having breakfast.

They’re just so cute!

Today, we’d planned our waterfall route, The first stop, Old Stone Fort.

The fort, misnamed by explorers, is a prehistoric structure, dated from between 1,500 and 2,000 years ago and it’s not clear why it was constructed. The surrounding area is quite beautiful and well worth the hike.

For the rivers and waterfalls, and also the small things, like this fungus

The purple edges were almost glowing.

This one, that resembled the rings of a tree.

And these flowers which were quite tiny but in abundance on the trees and covering the ground, like confetti after the rain.

The first falls we passed were Blue Hole Falls, there was a lot of water rushing down but they weren’t high falls. This, was called Big falls and there certainly was huge volumes of water flowing over.

As we continued on, we passed the ruins of the Stone Fort Paper Company.

We ended our hike here, now on to Greeter Falls and the Blue Hole Trail.

Another beautiful hike through green forests, rock ledges, and water falls.

These falls too, were flowing at a great rate.

One of the things we love about our travels is that we haven’t been here before, so we have no idea what to expect. Every corner we turn or hill we climb reveals a new outlook. In this case, steep and very slippery steps followed by a slippery spiral staircase.

The first cascade was a teaser for this higher, more voluminous waterfall.

While it’s great to appreciate the impressive trees and waterfalls etc. I also love find those little, hidden gems along the trails, like these fungi.

While hiking along the trail, we met another couple and I notices she was taking photos of a group of fungus too. I pointed out the ones I’d photographed and we struck up a conversation, as we’re prone to do. They were interested to hear about our trip so far and our future plans and we were interested to pick their brain about other places to visit that they’d recommend. We must have stood on the trail and chatted for 20 minutes or more before we agreed we should continue our hike. So, when we arrived at the swing bridge we took each others pictures.

This trail was little more precarious, and making sure we were very sure footed. One slip and we’d be very, very wet.

There were a few cars in the carp park but we hadn’t come across anybody else, until we came to this end of the trail. There were a bunch of very tired and muddy teenagers with digging tools, ropes and other implements that I would not have wanted to carry along the trail. They were Eagle Scouts apparently, doing 5 weeks of weekend restoration work on the trail and the swing bridge to make it safer for hikers.

These guys were manhandling a very large rock along this slippery and very uneven slope to shore up the steps onto the swing bridge. Rather them than me!

Generally, I’m a big fan of a ring or loop hike. There’s always something new to see, no retracing your path. But, I also see the advantage of turning around at the end and walking back the way you came, which was the case here. Often we’ll see things we missed on the way out or get a better view. And often, I take just as many photos on the way back!

By the time we got back to Joey it was after 4pm and time to head on back. we’d meandered out along a scenic drive, taking advantage of the car and it’s frugal use of petrol, but now we had a two hour trip back to Joey.

We had the car until after lunch on Monday so planned a morning of activities. The mechanic was chasing up our part and he was confident he’d have us running again by lunch time.

We’d seen a large warehouse on our trips along the road the mechanic was on, called Lane Motor Museum, so we thought, lets give it a go for an hour. It opened in 2003 with the mission “to collect, preserve, document, and interpret an eclectic and technically interesting collection of cars or other transportation-related objects.” This was a passion project for Jeff Lane which began as a hobby, (don’t they all) and grew to a collection of over 500 vehicles. And he’s still collecting! Needless to say, our hour turned into all morning.

Every vehicle and each story attached to the vehicle was unique and fascinating and we couldn’t help being wowed!

As you can see, this was not your run-of-the-mill car museum.

Most of these vehicles were in running order, including this one which was demonstrated working.

The vehicles in the collection also spanned many decades, from the late 1800s to this one from 1984, and others more recent.

For almost every vehicle, we found the information fascinating and worth reading.

There were also weird gadgets, like this ThermaDor Car Cooler, or car air-conditioner.

Something we noticed was how many three-wheeled vehicles were on display, considering they never seemed to make a lasting impression. Even as recently as this 2020 model.

And then there are experimental ideas like this one.

Scams were also represented, like this endeavour by Glen Gordon Davis.

Can you imagine driving down the street in this little beauty?

This little car would suit anyone needing to get into a tight space, or who has difficulty parking.

If in doubt, just pick it up and move it.

You can see why found ourselves wandering around the museum for hours.

And i thought electric cars were a recent invention.

Skiing anyone?

The warehouse was packed with these vehicles, so much so that there were even some in the outside parking shed.

We spent a good 3 – 4 hours here and it was well worth the $10 each to get in.

We’d hoped to be on our way after lunch but it seems the part we needed was harder to source than anyone imagined. By the time we’d returned our rental car and got back to the mechanic however, he finally had some good news. They’d found not one, but two parts, so we now have a spare in case we need to replace the other one. We’d be headed off by lunch time Tuesday and on our way to the Great Smoky Mountains.

After touring through Carlsbad Caverns, we’ve bypassed any other caves because really, nothing could live up to their size or grandeur. However, we did decide make an exception to detour past The Lost Sea Cave. Located in Sweetwater, Tennessee, local information claims it is the world’s largest underground lake and is part of an larger system of caves called Craighead Caverns. However, the Guinness Book records it as America’s largest underground lake. It also has the very rare anthodite (cave flower) formations, and fossils from the giant Pleisocene jaguar have also been located in the cave.

This is the cave entrance tunnel and in itself, leads you to think you’re embarking on a great adventure. So, down we all trundled, into the dim cave light and were, well, underwhelmed. We couldn’t help comparing it to Carlsbad.

However, the history was quite interesting. During the Civil War, it was mined for saltpeter, necessary to manufacture gunpowder and there is graffiti etched on the wall which is scientifically dated and proved to be authentic from this period.

The cave was discovered in 1905 by a 13 year old boy named Ben Sands who crawled through a tiny space to reveal a large room filled with water.

These were the anthodite (cave flower) formations, quite small and not very many. They did appear crystaline and the greenish colour was not due to the light.

This was our first glimpse of the underground lake. Similarly to other caves with pools of water, it was crystal clear and still.

As we descended, we walked from the path to a tunnel, of sorts, with raised iron sides, to keep the water out.

This picture gives an accurate representation of the the light and how we viewed it. Then…

Another wow moment! This was not what we expected. And there were fish!

The water was so clear that the fish looked suspended above the bottom. We all climbed into a boat, like long raft with sides and sat along the middle facing outwards.

More fish! Wow! And then our guide explained that in the 1960s, the rainbow trout were introduced into the water. It’s so pristine that there is nothing for them to eat so each guided boat ride, the guides throw fish feed to them. This would be why they all come swimming up to the boats. Once the food is gone they disappear off.

The boats have small electric motors that are basically silent, so it’s quite eerie as you float around because it doesn’t look like you’re in the water, but you’re floating. We did a lap of the lake while hearing about the history and learning some facts about the water. The cavern is 800 feet x 220 feet but the full extent of its size still isn’t determined, despite modern diving expeditions with exploration and sonar equipment. Over 13 acres of water have been mapped to date, with no sign of the caverns underwater end.

We floated around the edge of the lake for about 10 – 15 minutes, then disembarked and made our way back up to the exit.

The tour lasted about 45 minutes and the cave trail was 3/4 mile long. Was it worth it for the cave? No, but the history was interesting and the lake was amazing and well worth the visit.

But, now it was time to get a wriggle on to the Smoky Mountains.

Natchez Trace Parkway to Nashville Pt. 2

After our sojourn to visit Oprah Winfrey and Elvis’s birthplaces, we rejoined the Parkway and took one of the walking trails.

A varied walk from lush green forests, to open grasslands it was an opportunity to stretch our legs.

And among all the greenery, there were small pockets of wildflowers and pops of colour.

We’ve discovered that America is a wonderful destination if you enjoy history. It’s not only travelling destinations, like the Natchez Trace or specific towns that provide historical information but across the country we’ve seen many signs that give historical information in a few short sentences. They’re similar to our Historical Markers in Australia. For the signs we see along the road we can rarely stop, and if we did we would never complete our lap, there are so many. We also notice that many of these signs, monuments and statutory are attributed to the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR).

The above historical marker is an example. Today, we spoke with someone who told us that they are greatly esteemed in America, so it was about time we found out more about them.

They were founded on October 11, 1890 by four women, and now boast a membership of over one million women. There was a renewed patriotism at this time and women, being excluded from men’s organisations, sought a way to make an impact in society. As a result, Mary S. Lockwood, Ellen Walworth, Mary Desha and Eugenia Washington formed a female only organisation to perpetuate the memory of those who helped America gain independence, to preserve history, promote the “diffusion of knowledge” and to foster freedom, patriotism and liberty throughout America.

They raise money to maintain historical sites, including graves, headstones and monuments, contribute to restorations, memorials and commemorations and preserve historical archives and documents. They also provide scholarships, volunteer and support veterans past and present and provide awards and medals.

To become a member you must provide proof of descendance from an ancestor who helped America gain independence and provide their Revolutionary War service history between 19 April 1775 from the Battle of Lexington, which was the first major battle of the war and 26 November 1783, when British troops left New York.

So, now when we read historical markers like those here on the Natchez Trace Parkway, we can appreciate who was responsible for them. And, as we travel further north, we’re learning not only about the settlers and westward expansion but the ecology, geography and the original inhabitants of the land.

For example the Pharr Mounds

There are a number of locations along the Trace that have burial mounds like these, but this is the largest, and most important grouping in Northern Mississippi, containing 8 mounds. Some have been excavated by archaeologists and then returned to their original state.

They are deeply spiritual locations where members of the Chicasaw and Choctaw Indian tribes still come to remember their ancestors.

It wasn’t long that we passed from Mississippi into Alabama and another walk through the beautiful forest.

Shortly after, we crossed the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway on the Jamie L. Whitten Bridge. A navigable route from the Gulf of Mexico, for the early settlers however, the Colbert Ferry provided access across the waterway. Chicasaw George Colbert ran the ferry between 1800 and 1819 and also a stand that provided travelers food and lodging. He was one of many Chicasaw that owned plantations and used slave labour.

And shortly thereafter, we crossed another state line

During our last lap of America in 2008/09 we spent some time following the Meriwether and Clark history trails. Meriwether Lewis and William Clark were appointed by Thomas Jefferson to undertake an expedition exploring the newly purchased Louisiana region. Lewis was Jefferson’s protege and personally chosen for the expedition. They began in May 1804, reached the Pacific Ocean in 1805 and completed the journey in September 1806. Meriwether returned with detailed documentation, maps and journals, having established the presence of Americans across the new land as a deterrent to European arrivals and had favourable encounters with at least 24 Indian tribes. The endeavour was hailed a great success. Meriwether was appointed Governor of Louisiana as a reward but it was a posting that caused him great depression. While journeying along the Natchez Trace in 1809 he committed suicide and is buried where he died at Grinder’s Stand.

This monument was erected over his grave in 1848, the broken column symbolising a life cut short.

After we visited the small Meriwether museum, we did another of the hikes through the forest.

Finally, we’d come to the the end of journey along the Natchez Trace Parkway and Gordon House, one of the last historical homes. Built in 1818 by Captain John Gordon, it was one of the most imposing homes in the region. Gordon and his wife Dolly had 11 children and ran a ferry across the river and a stand for weary travelers. Gordon died not long after completing the house but his wife remained until her death in 1859.

And just like that, we were in Nashville, Tennessee, the home of country music, Ryman Auditorium built in 1892 and the Grand Ole Opry launched in 1925.

It was great to see our Keith Urban front and centre.

This mural is painted on the Honky Tonk Bar. How many can you recognise?

Fun fact: The fellow on the barstool sitting between Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson is Brad Paisley. His image replaces Taylor Swifts, because she “shifted away from her signature country sound”. Effectively, the locals complained that a “pop” idol shouldn’t share the same space as “country legends”.

Our sojourn into Nashville, the capital of Tennessee was on a warm but overcast day that threatened rain. We left Joey behind, about a 40 minute bus ride out of town, so he could have a scheduled service. With the booking for 7am, we arrived in Nashville city centre before the tourist crowds and enjoyed our walk around the famous streets, sans tourists.

As you can see, even at 8am in the morning, the neon lights were ablaze.

Cowboy boot shops were prominent too, but don’t let the street frontage fool you. There were long racks with hundreds of boots lined up in this store! We also noticed that a lot of tourists(mostly women) wear fancy boots around and some are quite amazing. If I thought for a minute that I’d actually wear a pair, I would have been very tempted! But I was told by a local, “they’re pretty uncomfortable to wear all day”. He said most tourists buy them, take them home and don’t wear them again. So I left without a nice new pair of boots.

Our city walk took us down to the Tennessee river front, with the intention of walking along the boardwalk to Riverfront Park and the Nashborough Fort. However, we discovered a slight issue.

Unbeknown to us, they’d had a lot of rain here, which we had pretty much managed to dodge, and the river front was flooded.

So, we wandered back to the happenin’ part of Nashville.

There were guitars everywhere and I lost count of how many establishments had drum kits in the windows. We discovered, as the morning wore on, that all these establishments have live bands playing from about mid morning until well into the night.

Artists sculpture of Charlie Daniels “Reflections”

Nashville city centre is certainly a colourful and vibrant city, that comes to life once the tourists venture out. By mid morning, live band music was playing from most establishments and the streets were quite busy. It’s hard not to immersed in the music vibe.

This sculpture was in an Ariat store (they sell riding apparel and country clothing) and very well done.

it seems Taylor Swift wasn’t ousted from everywhere in Nashville.

At one point during our wanderings we came across this police officer/security guard who was exceptionally chatty and very happy to give us some hints and tips for visiting his city.

There was a lot of road and building works causing road closures so I asked him some directions. We learned that a man had detonated a car bomb in downtown Nashville on Christmas Day 2020 which had decimated an entire city block. More than 50 buildings were either destroyed or damaged and the building works are ongoing to restore the city block that was destroyed.

But our friendly police man also pointed us in the direction of some iconic venues.

Chief’s, a music/bar/restaurant is quite famous and a must see, he said.

There are 5 floors in the venue and it’s open for anyone to wander through. So we did. The “stained glass” windows are actually stickers but in conjunction with the floor to ceiling artwork, it’s serious sensory overload. In the photo above, you’re actually looking at the floor and a wall. In the picture below, the ceiling is also covered.

The band were playing, people were sitting around the bar and it was barely 11 am! And this was the vibe everywhere! Numerous venues were serving food and alcohol and playing live band music. Including on the rooftops.

Determined to explore more than the country music scene, we took in some of Nashville’s food, the Capital building, learned about their push for women’s vote and visited their Parthenon.

Seriously, a heart attack in a jar!

And to go along with the milkshakes, a GooGoo. The “Home of America’s First combination Candy Bar”, according to the sign.

The novelty here is that you use a touch screen to customise your GooGoo biscuit by choosing the chocolate, nuts, caramel etc. You pay at the screen and it takes about 10minutes for someone to hand make it. We made a selection but at $12.95 for 1 biscuit, decided to give it a miss.

We walked around Nashville State Capital building which is situated upon a grassy hill, providing great views of the surrounding area. Like other state capitals we’d visited, they welcome the public, so we took the chance to have a look inside.

Although it wasn’t as ornate as Baton Rouge, it wasn’t any less majestic.

It was interesting to see the bust of David Crockett sitting in the company of Andrew Johnson and that his credentials were frontiersman and Militiaman.

As lunch time approached, we discovered the market and these interesting artworks.

After lunch we found out that our service was complete but that Joey had a leaky seal in the front hub that they needed to order a part for but they could finish it first thing the following morning, Friday. No worries, that meant another day exploring Nashville.

On Friday, we caught the same bus at the same early morning time then walked out past Vanderbilt University to the Parthenon. Apparently, for the 1897 world exhibition, Nashville movers and shakers decided to build an exact size replica of Greece’s iconic building. It was to be the centrepiece of the exhibition but also only a temporary construction built from wood, plaster and brick.

When the exhibition concluded, Nashville locals petitioned to stave off the demolition and it remained until 1921. By then, it was such an iconic part of the city that over the following ten years it was reconstructed in permanent materials. So, here it is, the Parthenon in Nashville.

If you ignore the wide expanse of lush, green lawn, you would easily think you were in Greece. It’s also not only to look at. They hold regular exhibitions, and give a variety of guided tours, including studies on the architecture.

Our walk back to Nashville’s city centre took us through the beautiful park that the Parthenon sits in, some stunning murals and a walk through the old Marathon Motors factory.

And I can never resist a cute squirrel photo!

Another lesser known fact about Nashville, it’s home to the Marathon Motor Works which began in 1907 and was relocated to Nashville in 1910. Although it lasted only 4 years, closing in 1914, it was the first factory to make automobiles entirely in the Southern USA and this was not surpassed until General Motors made the Saturn in 1990. In 1910, Marathon made 600 cars but also all the components. Today, there are as few as nine Marathon cars in existence.

The building now houses an eclectic collection of gift and souvenir shops, a micro brewery, a Harley Davidson apparel shop and a couple of art galleries/shops, however many of the original tools and machinery pieces are on display in the halls and there are information display boards detailing when and how the Marathon car was made.

As we walked back to Nashville city centre, we got a call from the mechanic. Grim news! No one could find the part they needed and being a Friday afternoon, everyone was going home. While they were confident they could locate a part, it would have to wait until Monday. So, instead of being on our way, Joey would be parked in their forecourt for the weekend and we were without transport. At least they hooked us up with power. We figured, if you’re given lemons, you make lemonade! So after some googling, we located a reasonable car to hire for the weekend, picked it up within an hour and drove it back to Joey. Now, to plan where to go on our unexpected extra weekend of sightseeing, with unlimited mileage.

Natchez Trace Parkway

In keeping with our roads less travelled theme, or at least, choosing the roads in our atlas that display little green dots next to them, signifying a scenic route, we decided to drive the Natchez Trace Parkway.

It begins in Natchez, just over the Mississippi border and concludes 444 miles north, in Nashville Tennessee. It was relatively quiet and exceptionally green.

We saw these fences often and they were so clever! Rough timber planks alternatively stacked in a zig zag without any fixings.

The Natchez Parkway follows “the most significant highway of the Old Southwest,” to quote our mile by mile information brochure. It was a major pathway for the Natchez, Chickasaw and Choctaw Indians who were present in this region for 10,000 years. Once settlers began journeying westward, from the late 1700s it received so much traffic, by foot, wagon and horse, including being a major US mail route, that it’s now a defined, deep rut through the forests. Although we had a bitumen road to drive on that follows the Trace fairly closely. In fact, in some locations it is several feet deep, like a channel, but now covered in grasses and moss.

The Parkway is replete with history and abounds with flora and fauna. Not only was it a thoroughfare for the local Native tribes, but from the late 1700s, it was a major thoroughfare for traders (called Kaintucks) who floated crops, livestock and other wares down the Mississippi River on rafts, then, because the current was too strong to return via the river, sold the timber, and walked or rode horses home. It was a major route for General Andrew Jackson’s armies during the 1812 war, civil war battles occurred throughout the region and thousands of slaves were marched along its length from the early 1800s to the large slave market in Natchez. As the traffic became more pronounced, entrepreneurial settlers also built inns (or stands) to cater to travelers.

We began our journey in Natchez, a lovely town, steeped in history. Our early morning walk took us along the Mississippi River, through the historic “Under-the-Hill” area along the Mississippi River and around the town.

Some of the buildings still lining the “Under-the-Hill” road.

In the 1800s this region was the seedy underbelly of Natchez. The main Natchez town sits upon a hill above this area which borders the river. Described in 1820 as “the most licentious spot on the Mississippi River,” this was where any river boats landed and from 1811, where the steamboats docked. Taverns, gambling establishments and brothels lined the riverside to service the river folk and it was also the location of a slave market.

Today, a number of the buildings house small shops, and the outlook across the river to the Natchez-Vidalia Bridge, the tallest on the Mississippi River, is very scenic.

We saw these beautiful paddle steamers at a number of towns on the river. They are the ‘cruise ships’ of the river and offer multi-day voyages for tourists.

Natchez town atop the hill was established in 1716 as a French fort, beginning several decades of conflict with the traditional Natchez inhabitants, who, in 1729 succeeded in killing 229 men, women and children, the largest death toll by a native attack in Mississippi history. In retaliation, the French returned with a vengeance, decimating the Natchez through death, enslavement or exile. After the defeat of the American Revolutionary War, the Treaty of Paris in 1783 accorded that Great Britain forego Natchez to United States rule, and in 1797, the American flag was raised at the highest point of the town, claiming Natchez for America.

Our walk around the town took us past St. Mary’s Roman Catholic Basilica, built between 1842 and 1859 and as one of the few churches we’ve noticed with open doors, we took a peek inside.

It was the most magnificent church, with stunning stained glass windows lining each side and beautifully molded and painted ceilings and frescos.

Continuing our walk around the town, we passed a number of antebellum mansions. As the area became home to more settlers and trade and transportation on the river increased, it became a hub of economic enterprise and a bustling trading port. Statistics from 1829 and 1830 recorded 383 steamboats, 10 keelboats, and 868 flatboats or Kaintuck rafts had docked at the port and there were 2,789 residents.

Rosalie, named after the original town fort, was one of the early mansions built in Natchez and completed in 1823 by wealthy cotton plantation owner Peter Little. While he and his wife Eliza did not have their own children, they founded the Natchez Children’s Home and remained together for 45 years, until her death from yellow fever in 1853. He died 3 years later but without an heir and also no will, the property was auctioned and bought by Andrew Wilson who was also childless. He adopted a daughter, Fannie McMurtry, however, who married and lived at Rosalie with their 6 children.

In 1838, and falling on hard times, two of Fannie’s daughters, Annie and Rebecca sold Rosalie to the Mississippi State Society, Daughters of the American Revolution, but continued to reside at the manor, hosting guided tours until in 1858, at 101 years old and the last of the original descendants of Rosalie, Annie passed away. Today, Rosalie, like most of the grand antebellum mansions, hosts guided tours and is a wedding and accommodation venue.

Auburn, completed almost a decade before Rosalie, in 1812, was the first antebellum mansion built in Natchez. Constructed for Lyman Harding, Mississippi’s first Attorney General. Its architect was hired “to design the most magnificent building in the Territory.” Its most significant feature was the free-standing, 360 degree staircase, one of a mere handful in the USA. Auburn’s information states that it is owned by “every resident in Natchez” and “”one of the most significant homes in the nation.” Upon Harding’s death in 1820, it was purchased by Stephen Duncan, a wealthy plantationer and he added the two outer wings during the 1830s, a billiard hall and several outbuildings. It was bequeathed by his family, along with 203 acres, to the city in 1911. It offers guided tours, is a function venue and the grounds are a now public park available for free use.

Dunleith Historic Inn was built in 1856, with 22 rooms, a separate lodge and dairy barn. It is the sole remaining Mississippi antebellum manor comprising complete, encircling Greek Revival columns. The original property, situated on a plantation was completed in the 1790s for Job Routh but was destroyed by a fire in 1855. His daughter Mary and her husband General Charles G. Dahlgren built the current manor. it was subsequently sold to Alfred Vidal Davis who renamed it Dunleith.

The original horse stables, still remaining from 1790 are now a fine dining restaurant with an “English pub” in the carriage house. The manor is also a bed & breakfast and wedding and event venue.

Stanton Hall was built circa 1857 by Frederick Stanton, a cotton broker, and its design copied his ancestral home in Ireland. He died of yellow fever a mere nine months after its completion. Its upkeep was a strain on his heirs so from 1890 it operated as a College for Young Ladies. It was acquired by the Pilgrimage Garden Club in 1940, who operate it as a museum and event venue. Its blurb alleges it is “one of the most opulent antebellum mansions to survive in the southeastern United States.”

A couple of fun facts about Stanton Hall, it was the blueprint for Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion, and its interior was filmed in the mini series North and South.

During our wanderings of Natchez we happened upon a brochure entitled, “Natchez, the Historic City Cemetery…the stories are as unique as the town itself.” Intrigued, that meant another walk around a cemetery.

Armed with our brochure, listing 26 separate graves to visit and having downloaded the QR code information on them, we headed up to the cemetery. It is situated high above the Mississippi River on undulating, parklike grounds with beautiful trees providing shade. Consequently, there is no need for raised crypts because there’s little likelihood of flooding

The stories we learned about some of the residents were fascinating. Here are just a few:

John Lee was buried in Catholic Hill and was known as the Chinese gambler. He resided in Natchez from 1925 and was buried in 1962. His clever inscription means “good fortune” and the dice, a seven and a one and the cards a spade and a royal flush are because he died on the 11th day of the 7th month.

A sadder and more bizarre grave belongs to Florence Irene Ford who died aged 10, in 1871. When alive, she was petrified of storms so whenever one occurred, she rushed to her mother. It’s reported that her mother was so grief stricken when she died that her casket was fashioned with a glass window at her head. The grave was dug down to provide an area so her mother could “comfort Florence during storms.” To provide shelter for her mother, two hinged, metal doors were installed. During the 1950s a wall was erected at the bottom of the stairs to cover the window and prevent vandalism.

Clarence “Bud” Scott was a famous African American musician during the early 1900s. He led one of the most popular dance bands of the era, even playing at Carnegie Hall in 1912. When at home in Natchez he frequently serenaded locals from the balcony of the Natchez Confectionary store.

Rufus E. Case was a plantation owner who instructed his heirs that upon his death he be buried sitting in his favourite rocking chair, facing Louisiana. He died in 1858 aged only 34 but his wishes were granted, hence the terraced tomb.

Finally, the grave of Thomas Paul Leathers (1816-1896) is far less colourful than the man himself. However, Captain Leathers began a career guiding and building steamboats on the Mississippi from 1836. Seven were named Natchez. He was a very accomplished pilot, completing 401 journeys between New Orleans and Vicksburg without an accident, quite the feat during this era. He was also a staunch Confederate, refusing to bow to the Union, and flying the “stars and bars” flag on all of his steamboats for many years after the civil war.

In 1870 he competed in what the information told us was “to become the most legendary steamboat race in history.” He was pitted against another noted steamboat pilot, Captain Cannon in his vessel, the Robert E. Lee. Touted as the most modern and luxurious vessel of the times, Cannon won in a record breaking 3 days, 18 hours, beating Captain Leathers by 6 hours and 36 minutes.

Even Leathers death at age 80 in New Orleans was bizarre. He succumbed to fatal injuries after a hit and run with a bicycle.

When we parked at the cemetery we noticed a large, inoperative oil rig At least, that’s what we assumed. When we returned it was pumping into a large holding tank and smelling distinctly of oil. I guess if liquid gold is discovered, it doesn’t matter that it’s in a cemetery.

Our final stop in Natchez was to visit “the Fork of the Road.” Yes, it was actually called this but there’s no pun intended. It was in fact, the location of one of the largest slave auction sites in the south and where many of the slaves that traipsed along the Natchez Parkway, were headed. There’s little left now, but a lovely green, grassed area that is at a fork of the road, so the history is told on several information boards.

They’re certainly worth reading to give a perspective of slave life. After having toured the antebellum plantations we chose, we were left with the feeling that life actually wasn’t that bad, if you were a slave, provided you worked hard and did what you were told. It could certainly have been much worse.

After reading through this information, we left Natchez with its beautiful church and manor houses, a legacy to these slaves, in a more somber mood.

Immediately beyond Natchez we joined the Parkway proper and, determined to follow the milepost guide, take time to visit all the historical sites. All 107 of them! Well, actually a few less, because picnic areas and layovers were listed and once we’d seen the actual furrowed, worn Trace among the trees and foliage a few times, we ignored those stops too. Suffice to say, the 440 miles was going to take a while if we were to fully immerse ourselves in the history.

Our first stop was Mount Locust Historic House. This recently restored cabin was undergoing further restoration work, so access to the building was closed, however, we were able to walk around the site and view the other buildings and grave site.

Built in 1784, it’s one of the oldest buildings still standing in the region. It began as a farm but due to growing numbers of travellers and kaintucks making their way along the Parkway, its owners the Ferguson’s, converted it into a “stand” to cater to the influx of travellers. As cotton crops became more lucrative, the property was expanded to include as many as 16 slave cabins and archaeologists have discovered at least 43 gravesites, only a couple with stone markers. The National Park Service began managing the site in 1938.

Just one stone marker was visible when we visited the slave grave site

The Ferguson’s grave markers were far more elaborate.

Our next stop was Windsor Ruins. Completed in 1861 wealthy cotton plantation owner Smith Coffee Daniels II, however, he died only weeks after its completion, at only 34 years old. His widow and children remained. It was one of the largest private manors built before the civil War in Mississippi and certainly a manor on a grand scale. It comprised 29 Greek revival pillars and stood 3 stories high. There were 9′ (2.7m) wide verandahs on the second and third floors and each columns diameter exceeded 3.5′ (1.1m) at their base and stood 40′ (12m) tall. It contained 23 rooms, an above ground attic and a basement. There were also two bathrooms with running water from a tank in the attic.

During the Civil War, the manor was used by the Confederates as a signal and observation station and later, a hospital. The family were permitted to remain on the third floor during its occupation. After the war, the family continued to reside in Windsor, and held many social and community gatherings, earning income from leasing their vast land holdings.

On February 17, 1890 a guest dropped cigar ash that ignited the third floor. It was completely destroyed, leaving only the 29 columns and the cast iron work. Today, only the columns remain on the site, however one set of the cast iron stairs is installed at nearby Oakland chapel at Alcorn State University.

We can only imagine how magnificent it was. All information about the manor was destroyed in the fire. However, in the 1990s, a sketch drawn by a Union soldier was discovered and it is the only image that remains.

There are no camping spots along the Parkway, so we digressed to the town of Vicksburg and a convenient Walmart for the night. Our morning walk uncovered another beautiful town, steeped in history and antebellum houses and discovered a 3 mile town walking trail that snaked up and down many of the streets and displayed information boards on each of the notable sights.

Our morning was grey and overcast so we noticed many of the street lamps remained lit. We’d seen many ornate street lamps throughout these town but these were quite unique.

I had to look closely, but the flames were actually real. Others we’d seen were bulb lookalike flames, these definitely were not. How fascinating, we thought!

Often, when faced with numerous information signs, we scan them quickly, take a snap to read later and take a picture of the building or site. Much of the information on signs in Vicksburg was just so interesting to read, we found our walk lasted several hours.

Take, for example, Governor McNutt House.

Built in 1826, Alexander McNutt purchased the property in 1829. In 1838 he was elected the 12th Governor of Mississippi and stood until 1842. He was renowned for his witticisms and comical yarns. However, few people were aware that he also wrote stories in the local paper about the adventures of Jim and Chunky, two ‘slow’ individuals who worked for the ‘Captain’. McNutt’s pseudonym was comically “The Turkey Runner”.

Duff Green Mansion was left undamaged during the civil war siege of Vicksburg because Duff Green, a wealthy cotton broker who built it in 1856, deemed it a hospital, open to both Union and Confederate soldiers.

Lakemont was built by Judge William Lake in 1835. He was a congressman from 1855 – 1856 and a member of the Mississippi House of Representatives from 1859 – 1861. He and his opponent Colonel Henry Chambers, were constantly at odds, feuding and sniping at each other until, on October 15 1861, Lake challenged Chambers to a pistol duel. Unfortunately for Lake, he lost.

The front gate still showing it’s battle scar from being hit with a cannonball during the Civil War.

Fun facts: In 1856 Judge Lake’s daughter, Mary, married Duff Green, the wealthy cotton broker of Duff Green Manor.

Another ‘you wouldn’t read about it!’ fact: When Judge Lake was dying from the gunshot would after the duel, it was Captain Thomas Leathers, whose story is above, that held him until he passed. 35 years later, when Leathers was dying in New Orleans after being struck by the hit and run bicycle, it was Judge Lake’s grandson who held him as he passed and the grandson had no idea who he was or the connection.

The Warren County courthouse is built upon the highest bluff, overlooking the Mississippi River and was completed in 1860, only two months before Mississippi seceded from the Union. When the Union Army started taking pot shots at the building, the Confederates began housing their Union prisoners there, to stop it from being bombed.

Steele Cottage was built in 1829 with a brick cistern (still attached to the house today) that collected rainwater from the roof and provided running water to the house. During the civil war, the local newspaper (The Daily Citizen) editor and publisher lived here and when the Siege of Vicksburg (May – July 1863) happened, the paper literally ran out of paper. He was adamant that a copy would be published every day, so the paper was printed on wallpaper.

As we made our way back to Joey, parked adjacent the Mississippi River, we saw how easily the low lying areas of Vicksburg could flood. In 1927,the Mississippi rose 56.2 feet. A flood in 2011 reached 57.1 feet and in 2018, 55.8. In fact, some of the low lying streets are closed as I type this “for the duration of (a) high water event.” If the water level exceeds 50 feet, more streets are due to close.

To combat the flooding, A cement wall was built in 2012 and a levee wall in 2018 from 20 to 30 feet tall. To beautify the cement structures, murals depicting Vicksburg historical events are painted on them and they’re very well done.

The Miss Mississippi Pageant began in 1934 and has crowned four Miss America’s.

The Sprague was the largest stern wheel towboat ever launched. In April 1927 it rescued almost 20,000 people during the severe floods of that year. It was decommissioned in 1948, saved by the Vicksburg community and used as a floating theatre until 1974 when it burned down.

Vicksburg prepares for the arrival of President William McKinley on May 1, 1901. Famous for its production of quality cotton, an “arch of cotton bales” greeted him on arrival.

Famous musician and song writer Willie Dixon was born in Vicksburg in 1915. Over 50 years he wrote 500 songs and defined what we now call “the blues” and “rock and roll.” His songs have been performed by artists including, Etta James, Elvis Presley, The Rolling Stones and Eric Clapton.

Gold in the Hills is in the Guiness Book of World Records as the worlds longest running melodrama. Written by J. Frank Davis in 1930, it was set in New York had a classic, good versus evil plot, following Nell Stanley, a farm girl who leaves her family in the 1890s for New York where her beau, John Dalton is framed for murder by the villain, Murgatroyd. There are can can dancers, and music and songs from the era. It began its run in Vicksburg on March 28, 1936 on an army corps barge that was altered to resemble a river boat and renamed the Dixie Belle. In 1948 in moved to the Sprague and continued its run after the Sprague burned down. In 2024 it was played by the Vicksburg Theatre Guild in the Parkside Playhouse, taking its record run to 88 years.

There are 32 murals in total and all are wonderfully painted with extensive information boards explaining the event.

Once we left Vicksburg, we headed back to the Parkway and took a 1/2 mile walk through a tupelo and bald cypress tree swamp.

Both varieties survive with wet feet. The bald cypress can live for thousands of years and grow between 100-150 feet tall. Tupelo wood is often used by wood carvers, its fruit the “ogeechee lime” is used in drinks and marmalades and the nectar it produces is vanilla flavoured and prized by chefs.

We’ve learned a lot about America and its history since we’ve been here. Travelling along the Natchez Trace, we’re learning more about the Indian tribes of the region. Many of the early land treaties signed between the local Choctaw tribe and the US Government were eroded away after the 1800s. In 1830, the Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek was signed and effectively transferred 10.5 million acres of land to the US Government. Between 1831 and 1834, thousands of Choctaws travelled over 500 miles (800kms) to “Indian Territory” having been promised “ample corn and beef, or pork” for the journey. Instead, they suffered through heavy rain, severe snow-falls and without adequate clothing, shelter and supplies, thousands of people perished during the journey. One Choctaw chief told an Alabama newspaper it was a “trail of tears and death.” Today, this forced displacement is called the Trail of Tears and we followed some of their journey along the Natchez Trace.

The Natchez Trace Parkway is a continuous byway with entry and exit points along the route to adjacent towns. There are no modern conveniences on the Parkway, so if you need fuel, as we did, or shops or accommodation, you take an exit to as nearby town. What should greet us at the fuel stop but something that transported us right back home!

It was late in the day so we decided to find a spot to park Joey for the night and reconvene in the morning. What should we discover while Googling the town, but that it was the birthplace of a very famous American. Of course we had to visit the site!

Any guesses what town we were in?

Kosciusko, Mississippi.

While her birth house is no longer standing, the church that Oprah attended, a few hundred feet down the road was not only still there, but is still active today. It features a very modest sign that merely reads, “Oprah faced first audience here.”

Back on the Parkway, we learned that President Thomas Jefferson developed the Trace to allow wagons to transport supplies for soldiers. During the 1812 war, more than 6,000 soldiers marched along the Parkway and it was one of the first highways built by the US Government.

One of the most important commodities for journeyers along the trace was water, so springs that provided clean drinking water were crucial. After the 1811 earthquake that hit the region, four springs appeared and as word travelled, stands, campsites and even settlements began appearing. This area was known as Redbud Springs, but renamed Kosciusko in 1833 after Thaddeus Kosciusko, a Polish hero of the US revolutionary war.

What was evident along the entirety of the Trace, was its greenness. The trees and shrubs were all varying shades of pale to lime to darker green, and the grass was abundant.

But occasionally, as we walked along the trails, a pop of colour attracted my attention.

These were small flowering ground shrubs that were sparse in some areas but quite prolific along some of the walking trails.

These flowers were hard to spot at first, but then we noticed several full-flowering shrubs that were like marshmallows among the green.

The ability of my phone to take pictures like this, never ceases to amaze me! These blooms were so small and close to the path, you could blink and miss them but my phone captured them beautifully.

As we continued along the Parkway, stopping intermittently to read an information sign or take a walking trail, we noticed a buzzing noise that just kept getting louder. Eventually, it became so loud that we were raising our voices to be heard. At one stop, we started a conversation with another couple from Texas, who said the noise was cicadas. Of course! We told them that we have cicadas in some areas in Australia and they’re quite large and green. After a short time we saw one, smaller than ours and shades of brown, but in their millions throughout this entire region, even as far north as Nashville.

Apparently the weather conditions were ideal for these cicadas, in their millions, to shed their exoskeleton and begin their life cycle again. From here to Nashville and even beyond, we were never far from the humming drone of the cicadas and nor was Joey immune from splatting them as we drove.

Taking another detour off the Parkway, we headed to Tupelo and the birthplace of another very famous American. Any guesses?

Born in this little cabin, somewhat restored, on January 8th 1935, was someone who would leave an indelible mark in the music industry and is as revered now, as he was during his hey day.

Elvis Aaron Presley. Can you remember where you were when the world was shocked to hear he had died?

The small site houses his restored birth home, the Pentecostal church he attended, which was relocated from its location a block away and a small museum.

In fact, they still hold services in the church, which patrons are free to attend.

After our short sojourn in Tupelo, we headed back to the Parkway and continued our journey north towards Nashville.

New Orleans to Baton Rouge the Plantations

We’d already discovered that there are about 70 plantation homes along the Louisiana Scenic route road, and a dozen that offer tours. We chose three that have different histories to Southdown Manor in Houma and learned a lot about the sugar plantations, the mansions, and the people who lived and worked there. Along the route we were very surprised to see how much water lay on either side of the roads. There were many, many, miles of swamps and effectively, unusable land.

Destrehan, the closest to New Orleans, is also the oldest plantation in the Mississippi Valley. We were greeted with a very warm and humid day and by staff and guides in traditional period costume, complete with petticoats and hoops. Wonderful when in the air conditioning of the gift shop. Not so, walking around in the heat and humidity. We were the first to arrive so had time to have a lovely chat with the guides who were very happy to pose for pictures.

The history of Destrehan begins with Jean Baptiste Honore Detrehan Sieur De Peaupre (1716-1765), an obvious Frenchman whose father was a counselor to King Louis XIV. He arrived in Louisiana and in 1745 married Catherine de Gauvry, moved into her family home and together had 7 children. After his death, Jean Baptiste’s youngest two sons moved in with their elder sister and her sugar plantation owners husband, Etienne DeBore. In 1776 Etienne bought them their own plantation with their inheritance and ten years later, the youngest, Jean Noel married Celeste Robin de Longny. Her father contracted Charles Paquet, a mulatto slave (someone with African and European ancestry) and master builder to construct a French Colonial style house which began in 1787. This would be Destrehan.

Charles Paquet

The plan of the house and the contract

After the Louisiana Purchase in 1803, and like many of the plantations, it moved from growing indigo to sugar, becoming the top sugar producing plantation in the region. As one of the wealthiest and influential plantation owners, Jean Noel was appointed to the Orleans Territorial Council, tasked with creating Louisiana’s government. They take great pride in showcasing the original document signed by Jean Noel, President Thomas Jefferson and Secretary of State James Madison (who would become the fourth US president). It’s kept in a dimmed room below the house in a climate controlled, sealed case. No photos allowed!

Sugar production was also much more labour intensive than indigo, requiring double the manpower. Destrehan’s slave population grew from 49 to 100 with the change to sugar and by 1861, managed over 200 slaves. The dwellings they called home were very much different to the opulence of the manor and several slave dwellings have been relocated from the plantation to the grounds.

These divided cabins would have housed two families with two rooms each. One as a kitchen, sitting room and bedroom and the other, a second bedroom. There was one chimney in the centre with a fireplace in each side and timber shutters covered the windows. Bedding was stuffed with the Spanish moss we’d learned about earlier and while this house displayed an original bed, because the inhabitant was capable of making it, most slaves slept on the floors and they were often dirt, not brick as this depicts.

The list on the wall details the name of every man, woman and child slave on the property, in the hope that their contribution to Louisiana’s history is forgotten.

Our guide regaled us with interesting stories about the house and its inhabitants, including a period tea box complete with a block of tea. No tea bags or even loose leaf tea here! It weighed about 1 lb. or 1/2 kilo and you broke a small piece off to steep in boiling water in a tea pot.

We learned about Marguerite, a slave who was purchased with her two children as the plantation cook and laundress and how formal and tedious the cooking and provision of meals was for the family. As is routine for this era manor, the kitchen was a separate building away from the house. Firstly, to stave off any fires destroying the house and secondly, because it was considered extremely gauche to have cooking smells wafting around the manor. Once cooked, the food was carried to the butlers pantry (a room making a resurgence today to keep the mess from cooking hidden away) in the house and kept warm over coals. Meals were traditionally many courses which only the adults eating at the dining table. The children ate in a separate room next to the butlers pantry and were then whisked away by childminding slaves.

It was Marguerite’s job to tend to the whim’s of the family. She was the chief cook and the one who was present at the dining table. She delivered the food, and cleared the table after each course. That required removing every piece of tableware, cutlery, plates, glasses etc. and removing the top tablecloth to reveal a fresh, crisp tablecloth underneath. Then the table was reset for the next course. There were numerous courses, sometimes, as many as 7 so that’s seven times this ritual was performed for every dinner. The meals were often sumptuous displays of the wealth of the household, including “meat, fish and fowl,” breads, cheese, freshly churned butter and cream, fresh vegetables and fruits picked form the kitchen garden. Imagine completing this task for breakfast, lunch and dinner, seven days a week, sometimes for many extra guests, and having to wash all of these extra table cloths and dishes ready for the following day. Not to mention, preparing and cooking the food in the first place. Marguerite, and her children remained slaves during their lives.

Our guide then took us upstairs to a loft room which shows how the house was built and explained details of its building. It measures 60 ft. x 35 ft. and is surrounded by a 12 ft. balustrade gallery. The house was completed in 1790 with a double-pitched roof and using Louisiana Cypress, which, due to its ability to survive and thrive in swampy conditions, makes it incredibly hard wearing and durable and not subject to the wood rot that infects other timbers. It is one reason why so many of these plantation homes remain in such good condition.

Our tour completed, we were free to wander around the grounds, read the information in the slave dwellings about their lives and enjoy the shade of the 200+ year old oak trees.

I couldn’t resist this little fellow, considering he posed so nicely!

Next up, a trip over the mighty Mississippi river to Laura Plantation and the story of a Louisiana Creole family.

This house and the tour are unique because Laura actually lived in the house and wrote her memoirs in her later life, entitled Memories of the Old Plantation Home & A Creole Family Album and written by Laura Locoul Gore in 1936. Of course, we are relying on her memories of events, written many decades after they occurred, but it still gives a different insight into life at this plantation, especially considering its female biases.

We were on the last tour of the day and again, were the only two, so were able to ask numerous questions. I wondered if we received more candid answers than during the Destrehan tour when we were tacked onto a bus group of about 20 people.

The 12,000 acres which comprised the Laura plantation was amassed by Guillaume Dupare by 1804 and the homestead completed in 11 months. It is raised off the ground on brick columns which created a large underground cellar.

Louisiana Cypress made the structure and it was bricked and plastered inside and stuccoed and painted outside. The house was 24,000 square feet and the separate kitchen another 2,500 ft. The house served as a business headquarters and a venue for large and lavish parties and social gatherings.

Four generations of Locoul’s lived at Laura, who was herself born on the plantation in 1861. But much of her life was spent among various other homes in New Orleans’ French Quarter. In fact, she moved away from the plantation in 1891 when she married Charles Gore, living in his home town St Louis, Missouri. It is because of the manuscript she penned, which wasn’t discovered until 1993, well after her death, that the history of the plantation is so detailed.

After Guillaume’s death in 1808, his wife Nanette Prud’homme ran the manor and the plantation and was the first of four generations of women to manage the plantation. Laura’s grandmother Elizabeth, also outlived her husband and ran the plantation for a further 47 years. She left the property to her son Emile (Laura’s father) and her daughter Aimee. She returned to France having no inclination to run the plantation and Emile renamed it after his daughter Laura. Upon her departure in 1892, it was a condition of the sale that the business remain known as the Laura Plantation.

While we visited the “big house” much of the tour revolved around the slaves and their stories, as remembered by Laura in her memoir.

The four remaining slave cabins are original and were build during the 1840s. By the civil war era, the 1860s, there were 185 slaves that lived and worked on the plantation. When the emancipation was signed in 1866, the majority of slaves remained and continued living in these cabins. Some of their descendants still lived in those cabins until 1977.

The first register of slaves was undertaken in 1808 and there are 17 names on the inventory. Some were born slaves in Louisiana but there are also 5 other African nationalities listed. The inventory provides a name, age if known, skill set and cost of purchase. Historians have pieced together the lives of some of these slaves and in conjunction with Laura’s memoir, their stories are recorded.

Betsey was 29 years old, 5′ 2 1/2″ tall and bought for $550 in 1824. She came from St. Dominigue (now Haiti) and she was a washerwoman, cook and seamstress. It’s assumed her work a a domestic was not suitable because in 1826 she was sold on to his mother-in-law, Nanette Dupare for $600 as only “fit for the field.”

Cyrus Denelin was a “good blacksmith.” Consequently, he was the most expensive slave purchased by the plantation. He was purchased in 1840 at the age of 24 for $2,000. After the civil war, Cyrus started his own successful blacksmith shop and Raymond Locoult was a witness to his marriage.

Sam O’Brien, 23 years old, and 5′ 9″ was sold to Nanette Prudhomme Duparc for $825. he spoke English and struggled on the French-speaking plantation. He escaped but was caught and branded with VDR (referring to his owner) after a poster advertising a $10 reward was published in 1824. He then remained on the plantation and was listed on subsequent inventories in 1829, 1852, 1855 and 1860, but without an occupation. Considering his worth was listed as only $300 in 1852 it is assumed he was a field or menial worker. A plantation journal of 1864 records his death of smallpox.

After three tours around very different plantation homes, we were amassing knowledge of life on the plantation for both the owners and the slaves and it was clear how very different their lives were. Although some slaves were able to manumit from slavery, their lives were manifestly different from the privileged few who owned and lived in the “big houses.”

The last antebellum plantation mansion we visited was Nottoway, an imposing Greek revival/Italian style built for John Hampton Randolph (of THE Randolph’s) in 1859. 

Today, it is a resort venue for weddings, and conferences.  It has 2 restaurants and the bedrooms in the house have had modern ensuites added and are used for accommodation.  There are extensive gardens, beautiful trees, a pool, games room, tennis courts and gym, many utilising the existing buildings.

Our tour was of the main plantation manor and again, we were the only visitors.  The land Nottoway sits on had been a tobacco plantation from 1718 operating with 17 slaves.  John Hampton Randolph arrived in Mississippi in 1820 with his family because his father was appointed as a federal judge by President Monroe.  He married Emily Jane Liddell in 1837 and together they had 11 children.  John realised how lucrative sugar had become, so to increase his wealth, in 1842 he moved his family to Louisiana, bought 1,650 acres of land that would become Nottoway and where cotton had replaced tobacco, replanted sugar cane.  He built a sugar mill in 1844 and tripled his income.  By 1854 he had acquired 7,116 acres of land and managed 176 slaves.  In 1855 he added to his holding with an additional 400 acres of Mississippi river frontage and had the house built, naming it Nottoway after the county in Virginia where he was born.

Similarly to the other manors we’d visited, cypress logs were used extensively throughout the house.  After felling we learned they were cured in the river for 6 years and then dried.  The bricks used were hand made by slaves on the property and 40 carpenters, masons and plumbers were hired.  The house was completed in 1859.  By 1860 they had also built 42 slave cabins, a bathhouse, hospital, schoolhouse, greenhouse, stable and added a steam-powered sugar mill and meeting house which was also used as a creche to mind slaves’ children while they worked.

When the American Civil War began, John’s 3 eldest sons left to fight for the Confederates and as the fighting neared Nottoway, he moved 200 slaves to Texas to grow cotton while his wife and the youngest children remained behind in the hope that this might save it from being ravaged during the war.  His plan worked, because although some of the grounds and buildings were damaged, the manor was spared.  The only damage Nottoway received was a canon ball shot that became embedded in a front pillar and remained there until 1971 when it fell out.

When the war concluded, he returned to Nottoway with most of his slaves who had few other choices for work but by 1875, with sugar cane losing value, he reduced his land holding to 800 acres.  He died at the property in 1883 and his wife Emily, sold the plantation in 1889, dividing the $50,000 received between her 9 remaining children.  She died in Baton Rouge in 1904.  The property then changed hands several times, until the most recent inhabitants, Stanford and Odessa Owen.  They resided in Nottoway from 1949 until he died in 1974.  In 1980 it was listed on the National Register of Historic Places but unable to maintain the extensive house and grounds, Odessa sold the plantation to Arlin Dease with the stipulation that she be able to reside in the house until her death.  When she died in 2003, Dease restored Nottoway then sold it to Australian health care billionaire Paul Ramsay in 1985 for $4.5 million.  It was Ramsay who spent in excess of $15 million converting it into property to the resort destination we see today.

The interior was incredibly opulent with period antique furniture and fittings.  Even the guest bedrooms had the traditional 4 poster beds.

At the conclusion of the hour-long tour, we were able to wander around the grounds at our leisure, and we didn’t see another sole.

Continuing along our roads less travelled, we followed the Mississippi river, arriving at Donaldsonville (there are a lot of towns whose names end in “ville”). Where we had an interesting walk around the town.  We learned that they were Confederates during the war and like many of the small towns we’ve visited, they are proud of their history and their town.

The church was quite beautiful. Founded in 1772, on orders by King Charles III of Spain, the first stones were laid in 1876 but it wasn’t completed for 20 years.

We wandered around the crypts and tombs in the cemetery noting that they, too were all above ground.

We had parked a distance from the main town and walked through the suburbs, new and old to reach the town centre. On the way back I couldn’t resist taking snaps of this interesting domicile.

We guessed this was their security device.

We had one last stop on our journey through Louisiana. Baton Rouge and the state capital building.

As we drove in, we passed one of the 29 locks of the upper Mississippi River, the Port Allen lock. It is the largest free-floating lock of its kind and also one of the busiest.

We drove over the Huey P. Long bridge, opened in 1935 to commemorate the Governor, who was also assassinated in the same year.

We headed for the CBD and the State Capitol Building which is situated among beautiful parklands adjacent the Mississippi River.  They also have the most adorable squirrels and this one posed every so nicely for his photo.

They also have, as we’ve discovered at each of the State Capital buildings we’ve visited, a replica Liberty bell.

The capital building is 137 meters tall with 34 stories. Two separate lifts whisk visitors up 27 floors to an observation deck with 360-degree views of the city.

We were also able to wander around and enjoy the grandeur of the halls of power, so to speak.

Including the Senate chamber that was in session but had broken for lunch.

Our last stop in Louisiana was the historic town of Natchez. Settled by the French in 1716 it is the oldest non-native settled region on the Mississippi River and where we picked up the Natchez Trace Parkway, all the way to Nashville, Tennessee.

Antebellum Louisiana and New Orleans

We arrived at Lake Fausse Pointe State Park late afternoon and were told by the park ranger to choose any spot to park for the night. I know I’m overusing the word, but this was another surprising place. We didn’t expect every RV spot to be on a raised asphalt slab surrounded by 6 inches or more of water. The road was also raised above the water which spread out through the trees like a swamp. We weren’t inclined to venture outside because there were certainly mosquitos and other biting bugs.

The following morning was eerily foggy, warm and building up to be humid but we dressed to repel the bities, coated ourselves with a layer of Rid and headed off to do some of the hikes.

As the name suggests, the park encompasses a lake with numerous waterways. We found out later from the ranger that they’d had quite a bit of rain recently and that the park wasn’t usually surrounded by so much water at this time of year. It was “unseasonal” to repeat that word again! Consequently, most of the hiking trails were wetter than we were prepared to hike on. Not to be deterred, we walked the length of the park on the road, discovered a boardwalk that wasn’t underwater and realised that it was actually quite a large park.

It’s on 6,000 acres of Atchafalaya Basin and advertises that “fishing, boating and canoeing abound.” There were more than 45 RV sites, a number of large grassy areas for tents, and also backcountry tent sites, three glamping tents on the edge of the lake and 20 or more large log cabins set over the lake with ramps from the car parks. Add to that a playground and water play park and we could see the attraction for families. But not when it was this wet, or during summer when it gets to 115 F ( 46 C) and 95 % humidity.

Before long we saw a Danger Alligators sign and if we’d been in Australia and that said saltwater crocodiles, we would have stayed well clear of any water. However, the locals call the alligators “swamp puppies” which we believe is code for “not aggressive.” So we started keeping our eyes open.

If you forgot how humid it already was at 7.30am and how many tiny bugs were flying around us but getting deterred by our generous coating of Rid, it was actually a very beautiful place.

Eventually, we found the Lake and it was certainly much bigger than we imagined. Occasionally, there were birds chirping but mostly it was just eerily quiet. And then we spied our first alligator, just gliding along with a nose out of the water. Before long we’d seen another couple at a distance. I do love seeing critters in their natural habitat, even alligators.

Once we knew what to look for, we realised there were actually quite a few in the water, so as per usual, I took about 50 photos and a number of videos!

Then, on the return past the cabins we spied this magnificent specimen, drying out on one of the docks by the cabins. In fact, right next to the canoe shed! They might call them swamp puppies but I’m not getting in any kind of boat, much less swimming in any waterway where something this size is lurking.

However, I was emboldened by the swamp puppy tag to climb up into the canoe shed and onto the top beam to get a closer, but safer viewpoint.

Number 26 your canoe is ready.

He certainly wasn’t underfed

I know he looks fake , but I can assure you he was real! And he wasn’t sleeping either, as we found out when Peter started climbing up to my vantage point. He got back in the water at a great rate of knots!

Once he splashed back into the water, we saw another two swimming towards the dock and just hovering in the water by the cabins. We wondered if they got fish from people, even though signs say don’t feed the wildlife. Our suspicions were confirmed by the ranger who said they often have to speak to people who throw fish offcuts into the water by the cabins.

As difficult as it was to drag ourselves away, the humidity was ramping up so a shower and A/C was very appealing.

When we chose this road less travelled, we didn’t imagine it would be a single lane, gravel track between the lake on our right and a levee bank on our left. We’d come out of the park and turned right like the GPS said but after several miles of driving, the road hadn’t changed. Returning the way we’d come meant driving 17 miles back to the previous town which we were disinclined to do. And to be honest, this dirt track was smoother than a lot of the main highways we’ve driven on, so we continued.

As you can see, Lake Fausse Pointe was quite expansive.

We encountered a slight hiccup about 10 miles down the track when we came to an incredibly old and narrow, single lane bridge with road workers doing levee bank work. Initially, we thought Joey was too wide to cross the bridge, notwithstanding the rough track that was dug up from the large machinery. We would have struggled to turn around too, so I got out and walked backwards across the bridge, checking each side as Peter drove ever so slowly across. Luckily it was only a short span and we made it over with a few inches on each side spare, collectively heaving a sigh of relief.

Soon after, we reached the bitumen and arrived in Franklin and a region of Louisiana resplendent with antebellum to circa 1900s houses and fascinating history.

Sugar and steam boating created inordinate wealth for some of the Englishmen who came to this region after the Louisiana purchase of 1803. Many held prominent government and civic appointments and transacted public slave auctions on the lawns of the former court house. In May 1863, this was also the site of one of the bloodiest civil war battles where more than 300 Union soldiers lost their lives and the Confederate gunboat Diana was sunk.

Many of the towns we’ve visited in Louisiana have a rich history of opulence and status juxtaposed with squalor and suffering. A clear divide between the wealthy and the poor is blatantly evident. But every story is important for future generations to understand and acknowledge. Consequently, we’ve spent many hours walking around town streets, reading historical plaques about the towns and their peoples.

Today, Franklin is still a major port for passenger river boats like this one and transporting goods via barges. it also contains a number of heritage registered, antebellum mansions like these, still privately owned and lived in today.

We learned also that white houses were owned by Americans and coloured houses were favoured by Creoles and Cajuns.

Others have been gifted or bequeathed to the State of Louisiana and offer tours of the homes and grounds with guides who impart the history of the land and houses and the people who lived in them and worked around them.

We planned to tour several distinctly different antebellum plantation homes, along the 70 mile long Great Mississippi River Road between New Orleans and Baton Rouge. During it’s hey day there were close to 350 antebellum plantation houses from small farms to magnificent mansions and there are 12 plantation mansions that give tours. However, the first one we chose was Southdown Manor in Houma, on the way to New Orleans.

We’ve driven through many small towns so far and notice that almost all of them have pride in their towns. Even though shops are empty and boarded up and some of the houses are run down and clearly needing work, their streets are clean and very many have brightened their outlooks with murals or artwork. Houma was no different.

We walked around the town before Southdown Manor opened and learned more about the Great Arcadian Upheaval. In 1755 10,000 people were transported to the American colonies, England and France from their homes in the French L’Arcadie, later renamed Nova Scotia by the English who also seized their land, homes and possessions. Many settled in this region of Louisiana and their culture and history remains strong.

As we walked back to Southdown Manor, (named after a breed of sheep that were also farmed here) the colour really struck us. It’s so pink! It was the first question I had for our guide. We were the only ones on the tour, so there was ample opportunity to ask questions and our guide took her time showing us around.

Here are some of the interesting facts we learned:

Southdown Sugar Plantation was founded by William John Minor in 1828, whose father was the last Governor of Louisiana Territory under Spanish rule. The Manor was built in 1858. During this period he also built a sugar mill, had a brick making furnace and barrel making factory to store and ship the sugar.

86 sugar mills operated in the Houma region at the height of the sugar growing era. Imagine how many slaves must have worked in the plantation fields to grow and cut enough sugar cane!

Southdown’s walls are 12 inches thick and the ceilings 12 – 14 feet high. The house was single story until 1893 when the second story was built by William’s son Henry after his death.

The stained glass windows were designed by the Minors and made and installed by Tiffany Glass.

By 1853, 233 slaves lived in small, 2 roomed cottages and worked the sugar cane. Our guide said they preferred to call them “workers” and also allowed them to have small plots of land to grow vegetables to supplement their food and “sell” in the Minor farm shop.

4 generations of Minors managed Southdown and its plantations, revolutionising the sugar cane industry and successfully rejuvenating it after a disease decimated the sugar cane during the 1920s.

Several of the rooms were dedicated to the history of the Houmas area rather than the history of the plantation house. We were fascinated in their strong ties with Mardi Gras and the importance to Houmas of the holiday and parades.

So, why was it painted pink? Because the bricks were made and fired on the property by slaves. When fired, the clay became red so after it was built he painted it white in the American tradition. It wasn’t long before the red began to seep through and no matter how many coats it had, the red continued to seep until eventually he painted it pink.

Our next stop was New Orleans.

Call me macabre, but I like to visit old cemeteries. During our last visit in 2008 we missed going through one of their very famous, above ground cemeteries so it was top of the list this visit. In 2015 they closed their major cemeteries to tourists “due to vandalism” and now allow only guided tour visits. However, at $25 a person (there were over 20 people on our tour) and with tours from 9am – 4pm every 15 minutes, they’re also making quite a few pennies from the tours! We toured St. Louis Cemetery No 1.

Our guide was very interesting. He spoke at a million miles an hour and gave us some fascinating history about the cemetery and its inhabitants. This is the oldest cemetery in New Orleans you can visit of the 44 they have and they’re are all above ground. Apparently the water table caused any buried underground to be washed into the Mississippi River, which wasn’t ideal. He also advised us against visiting in summer, when the temperature regularly reaches 110 outside the tombs and to quote “as hot as a pizza oven inside!”

This cemetery opened in 1789, replacing the existing underground cemetery, now under the cobbled streets of the French Quarter.

There are still burials here also, as many of the crypts can be reopened to inter new people. Some of the fascinating information we were told was that Nicholas Cage built a 9 foot high white pyramid crypt and according to the guide, has no intention of being interred there, but built it as a tax write off. It has a steel frame inside and has been twice struck by lightning.

One of the most popular tombs is that of Marie Laveau who was a free woman of colour and called “the Voodoo Queen.” When she died in 1881, people were convinced she had mystical powers and believed she was immortal. Many believed they had seen her walking the streets, after her death, however it was actually her daughter, who greatly resembled her and even pretended to be her mother. Her tomb was one cited by our guide being responsible for closing the cemetery. Apparently, even in this day and age, people left offerings of flowers and beads at the tomb and also scratched X’s into the stone.

Another resident is Bernard de Marigny. He was responsible for keeping the French language alive after the Louisiana purchase by America in 1803 and helped to draft the first state constitution, after 1812. A suburb of brightly coloured houses near the French Quarter are also a legacy attributed to only selling the subdivisions of his plantation land to the French Creoles, not the Americans.

We also learned that many people can be buried in one tomb.

How do they all fit you ask?

They have a cavern underneath the tomb accessible by a hollow at the rear. Apparently, there’s a custom that one year and one day must pass between burials. If another burial is required before this time, they are interred in the wall nearby for safekeeping until the time has elapsed, then reinterred in their family tomb. Because of the heat and humidity in New Orleans, after this time everything has disintegrated into dust so when the next family member is ready, so to speak, the crypt is unsealed, a long rod is used to push the remains to the back and they fall down to the cellar. Plenty of space for the next inhabitant.

Apparently, a tomb big enough for two people will set you back about $US50,000. Some of the more elaborate and larger tombs could cost upwards of $US500,000! This is why many of the tombs are sponsored by groups, eg: The New Orleans Musicians Tomb.

Our guide regaled us with so many fascinating facts and spoke so quickly it was hard to keep up but one anecdote that stuck with me was where the saying ‘saved by the bell’ originated. Allegedly, during Yellow Fever epidemics (in 1853, more than 9,000 New Orleans inhabitants perished and in 1878 a further 4,500), if someone caught the disease they were immediately removed and buried because they believed that it was highly contagious. There was no doctor visit or autopsy, a mirror was held to their mouth and if it didn’t fog up, they were deemed deceased and immediately interred. In some cases, when the crypt was opened later, there was evidence that the person was in fact, not dead! To remedy this, a bell was placed outside the crypt and a string tied to their fingers and toes. A person walked around the tombs daily and if they heard a bell, they unsealed the crypt; they were very literally, ‘saved by the bell.’

by the time our 45 minute tour was concluding, it was warming up and becoming quite humid so we were glad we’d done the first tour of the day. Our walk into the French Quarter took us past some of the more iconic, tourist places in New Orleans, like Bourbon Street.

We didn’t venture down the street because the street cleaners were still hosing it down. Literally hosing the sidewalk! Apparently this is done every morning to clean up from the night before.

It’s very much a city that embraces its jazz roots. There are musicians or jazz bands with singers in many of the outdoor cafes and musical themes are everywhere.

We also stopped to listen to this university band that arrived by coach and spent 1/2 hour setting up in the heat, wearing black. They were very good!

The iconic horse and carriages were lined up ready for passengers but there weren’t many takers.

We wandered through the market and were reminded how popular the strings of coloured beads are. There were numerous strands on the streets, draped over things and hundreds for sale in ever gift shop.

Alligator heads in various sizes and mardi gras masks were also available everywhere.

We went into two hand made chocolate shops that made pralines, a traditional French candy, while you watched. We couldn’t resist trying a couple of chocolates.

Peter spied a rather large chocolate concoction on a stick called a Petey Popper, so of course he had to try one! It was marshmallow, covered in caramel, covered in rice crisps, covered in chocolate. Needless to say it didn’t last long!

We had fun taking pictures with some of the statues.

I donned a silly hat that made me look like a Gum Nut from May Gibbs books. For those that aren’t familiar, she wrote and illustrated iconic children’s books in Australia pre the 1920s.

We took in many of the iconic sights

Statue to Joan of Arc.

The owner of the RV camp we stayed in drew up an historical tour of one of the more traditional Creole streets in New Orleans so we spent our afternoon walking along the beautiful tree lined Esplanade Avenue, an important travelling route in the 19th century and according to the tour information, was a “millionaires row” for the Louisiana Creole community.

Some of the homes, which are mostly privately owned, were as majestic as the plantation mansions. Like these, built circa 1861

Some are smaller and quaint but display the vibrant Creole colours.

We also took a short walk around St. Louis Cemetery No. 3.

Many of the tombs had a plaque in front like the one above, which said perpetual care. This means that the owners of the tomb have paid quite a princely sum to have the tomb cared for eternally. The cemetery is then responsible for keeping it maintained.

By now we’d spent a very full day experiencing the Jazz centre of Louisiana and were ready to catch the bus back to Joey. New Orleans certainly is a fascinating city with a very unique history, but we were ready to move on and visit some of the plantation homes on our route north.

The Gulf of Mexico and Beyond

We’ve always been fans of a pioneer village because you can gather so much history about a region in one place. Google is such a wonderful tool that we didn’t have in 2008 when we were here, so a quick Google gave us a list of interesting places to visit along our roads less travelled and that’s how we found ourselves in Gonzales Pioneer Village.

The village was tucked away down a narrow lane, then a gravel road but we were pleasantly surprised when we entered. It had been raining all morning, so the girl in the office hadn’t opened any of the buildings because she thought noone would arrive. We explained that the rain wouldn’t stop us, so we paid our entry and she opened all the buildings for us.

There were 17 heritage buildings in all, each one having been removed from another location within the Gonzales area and donated to the village during the 1980s and 90s. Consequently, the buildings are also from different eras. The Presbyterian church for example, was relocated from Hamon, 9 miles south of Gonzales and like much of the village, was used for a variety of things, including a community centre and a hay barn before deteriorating and needing propping up with timbers and then being donated to the village.

The Greek Revival Muenzler house was built in 1892 and relocated to the village in 1989. The furnishings are original and came with the house.

This camera from the late 1800s was a wonderful find and in fantastic condition.

The Gates house was built in 1856 by Samuel Hardin Gates who received a land grant in recognition of his actions during the Runaway Scrape at the Alamo in 1836. Much of the timber was replaced when it arrived at the village but it was renovated using original techniques so the timber joiners are mortise and tenon, the joints half-lap and the entire structure is held with pegs and square nails.

The Knowles Townsend log cabin was built circa 1850s and relocated from fifteen miles away in Nixon. Archaeologists are able to date the timbers used and found that most of the “cutting dates” fall between 1867 and 1869, the oldest timber used can be dated to 1691. It is surmised that Artemis Knowles built the house as a temporary structure while his actual house was under construction. It’s a “double pen, central chimney” style cabin that was unusual for south Texas.

The furniture is a collection of pieces from the same period. Apparently the children slept in the loft so they were safer from wild animals and Indians, which also explains why the steps are so steep and narrow.

There was a schoolhouse, a printing shop and a broom shop which belonged to the caretakers grandfather and contained all the tools and equipment he used to make brooms during the late 1800s. It was relocated from San Antonio. The corn used for brooms is specially grown for the purpose.

While I found the buildings interesting, the memorabilia inside them was often more interesting. For example the print shop contained an original linotype printing press which was an innovation in the late 1800s, enabling a 90 character line of type to be selected at once. Before this, each letter was selected by hand.

The schoolhouse had original desks, complete with ink wells which were the same desks I remember when I first went to school in Sydney.

The washer and wringer were hand operated. Washing was put in the tub and spun using a crank handle then each item was fed through the ringer to press the water out. My grandmother used one of these when I was little. If I could send a note back to my 3 year old self, it would be “don’t put your thumb in the wringer when grandmar is wringing the clothes!”

It took us about an hour to look through all the exhibits and we learned more about the local history. We said goodbye to their resident potbelly pig, Penny and headed off.

One thing we know Texas is famous for are their longhorn cattle and I’ve been hoping to get some photos the entire time we’ve been in the state. A short distance out of Gonzales, we finally saw some and were able to stop on the road.

They’re the most amazing cows. I can’t imagine how annoying it must be to have two feet of horn poking out either side of your head to get caught in things.

We were also well past the dry, desert-like terrain we’d become accustomed to seeing in southern Texas, passing miles of lush green pastures, waterways and sugar cane.

After Gonzales our road less travelled took us through Yoakum, Edna, Bay City and Freeport until we joined the coastal scenic road, with 45 miles to Galveston.

This road traverses a narrow land spit between the Gulf of Mexico and West Bay and like many of the regions we’ve travelled through, its was unexpected.

We had a brief stop and walk along the beach at Quintana’s Bird Sanctuary, and found they have a foolproof way of deterring people from going into the sand dunes! And I thought rattlesnakes preferred hotter, more arid regions.

We had planned to stop at Gavleston for the night but after driving the 12 miles to Galveston Island State Park and discovering they were full, we decided to take the ferry and stop on the other side.

Galveston beachside was another place that surprised us. There were many houses built on stilts, right on along the coast. Being aware that this region has suffered a number of hurricanes, we marveled at how unconcerned these people were, stilts or not, building so close to the water. We discovered the most recent hurricane to hit Galveston was in September, 2008, when we were in America last. Luckily, we were in the New York State region. It hit as a category 2 with a storm surge of 20 feet (6 meters), certainly enough to engulf many of these residences.

It’s obviously a popular seaside destination, with amusements on the jetty’s, numerous large hotels, restaurants and even show rides.

Before we decided on this route we confirmed that Joey was able to go on the ferry, and found that it was a free service. We arrived as the returning ferry was about half way across the East Galveston Bay so didn’t have long to wait. The ferry is “free-wheeling” so unlike ours that traverse the Murray River by cable, this one travels under its own steam to the other side. The water wasn’t calm and our ferry certainly rolled about a little. Our docking was also skew whiff, so the driver took a second go at lining us up before letting the ramps down. It was already 6pm when we docked and the road we’d chosen along the intercoastal waterway was almost 80 miles, with only a couple a minor towns along the way, so we parked by the ferry terminal for the night.

The following morning we took a walk to a small inland village, popular with fisherfolk who were already out in force and managed to capture some of the water birds.

Most of the drive was indispersed with seaside houses on stilts but as we drove we started to see the results of category 4 Hurricane Ida that hit this part of the coast in August, 2021, with winds of 150 mph. It was one of the most severe hurricanes to hit Louisiana.

We were also surprised to see how very close the road was to the water and how little there was between them

And this house? Enough said!

As the name implies, the intercoastal waterway traverses a number of waterways. The bridges that span them certainly don’t give you a run up before heading for the skies! They are very steep up and very steep down!

The terrain was also more reminiscent of the Texas we’d seen previously with oil wells and electricity infrastructure.

And then all of a sudden we were in Louisiana.

The first thing that struck us was the French on the sign and as we started learning about Louisiana history, we realised their French ties are still strong. The second was that once we left the coast it got decidedly warmer and more humid.

We travelled towards St Martinville, stopping at some of the smaller towns along the way to appreciate their 18th and 19th century homes.

We were also in awe of the magnificent trees growing along the streets and among the houses.

In Broussard we were introduced to Arcadian history and began to get a better understanding of the strong French influence even today. This region of Lafayette is considered “Cajun Country” a term that came from the French “le Cadiens” which was Americanised to Cajun. In the 1600s almost 18,000 French-speaking Cathlolic people settled in Acadie, now Nova Scotia, during its Spanish rule. When the region became English ruled, they refused allegiance to the British crown or the Anglican Church so in 1755, were ejected. They scattered among numerous locations, but a number made their way to Spanish ruled Louisiana and settled between 1765 and 1785 in regions along the Vermillion River.

In St Martinville, we also learned about the Native Attakapa Indian tribe who inhabited this area and were christianised and civilised by missionaries.

At the outskirts of the town we discovered the Longfellow-Evangeline State Historic site, named after the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem Evangeline which detailed the Acadian expulsion and relocation to Louisiana. It is dedicated to the diverse people who inhabited the region, a true melting pot of cultures, including Acadian, French, Spanish, Creole, Native Indian and African peoples who each brought their own culture and heritage to the region. French was the main language and remains very strong today.

They even had two horses and two long horned cattle.

Our next stop was the Living History Museum and Folklife Park Vermillionville, so called because it lies on the banks of the Bayou Vermillion. During the early 1800s the land was a sugar cane plantation but as the settlement grew it became the town of Lafayette. The village represents the different communities that lived in the region.

We were there on a Sunday so there were people in period costume in some of the houses who explained life at the time. A band began playing at 1pm for the afternoon and the restaurant was open, serving a buffet of local delicacies.

There were numbers of information panels throughout the houses that explained numerous things about the era, including who resided in the dwelling, how it was constructed and where, and how some of the implements were used.

For example, this is a wall panel that’s been laid bare to show its construction. The walls are a mix of Spanish moss and mud, a technique used by the Indians and called bousillage by the French.

Armand Broussard House (above) was a plantation home built circa 1790 and is an authentic French Creole style of the period. It’s one of the oldest buildings in southwest Louisiana and considered a large family home of the period.

Attakapas Chapel was Catholic and a reproduction based on two different churches in the region from the 1760s and 1770s. Enslaved people were baptised catholic by law (Noir Code) and both enslaved and free coloured people sat in different areas of the church.

The forge, also a recreation from the era, represents a blacksmiths shop with a large, open indoor space and earthen floors to dampen sparks. Blacksmiths were important members of these communities and often individual plantations had their own blacksmiths who fashioned everything from wagon wheels to tools, nails, cookware and horse tack.

Boucvalt House was a village dwelling from the late 1800s. This house is French Creole with some Victorian features, for example, there is no central hallway. It also had an authentic early gramophone.

We also had fun pulling ourselves across the lake on la petit Bayou ferry (guide rope ferry). This method was used to cross reivers and bayous before bridges were built. It was actually quite hard to pull across so I can’t imagine how tough it would be with any current or across a wider river although the guide ropes are intended to prevent it from being swept downstream.

Rope Ferry

I found the Beau Bassin House particularly interesting because the interior displays are tools of the textile trade. The loom is an original 200 year old Cajan loom, used by Arcadian women to weave wool, flax and cotton and became renowned for the intricate designs they wove.

The quilt was made in situ and by hand using a small and incredibly neat running stitch by the lovely lady in period costume, sitting at the back. It took her three years and is supported on a traditional frame from the era. We had a lovely conversation about quilting, sewing, knitting and crocheting and she told us about her grandmother who taught her to quilt.

She also explained how the moss, which hangs from almost every tree in Louisiana, was collected, washed, combed and used in pillows, quilts and stuffing for furniture.

We spent a very interesting 2 hours at Vermillionville but it was time to move on. Since leaving the regions of National Parks we’ve missed the wide open spaces and hiking so we decided to spend the night at Lake Fausse Point State Park and do some of the hikes the following morning.

The Roads Less Travelled

In 2008 when we visited Texas we spent several days in Dallas and traversed the upper part of the state. This trip we decided to stay south, away from the major highways, and visit some of those gems that aren’t broadly promoted. Our road less travelled took us through Gage, a tiny town on Hwy 90 where we discovered this small but stunning garden.

We weren’t sure why there was a painted cow but we have seen some others along the way.

For such a small garden it was very diverse, and incredibly well kept. There were beautiful flowers in bloom, a pond with a fountain and several small courtyards to sit in.

Our next stop was Del Rio, along the Rio Grande and another hidden gem. It’s predominant claim to fame is the Laughlin Air Force Base, however we also found that Texas has a burgeoning wine industry and the oldest winery in Texas, Val Verde, is in Del Rio.

Del Rio also has a fantastic creek scape along the San Felipe Creek. There are the remnants of a past thriving water playground for swimming and boating and a greenspace area along each side.

I even managed to capture these amazing red birds and a very cute squirrel.

Continuing on Hwy 90, I was enthused to stop at Kickapoo Cavens. Not so much to visit the caverns, after having spent so much time in Carlsbad, but because it was such a cool name! Disappointingly, as a lesser known park, it was shut on the day we arrived, but I couldn’t resist taking a snap of the sign just to prove it really was a place. I’ve since discovered that it was named after the regional Kickapoo Indian tribe.

State and National parks and forests are often wonderful places to explore and we try to include them in our travels if we’re passing nearby. We were told that Austin should be on our our list of towns to visit in Texas, and to make sure we visit the ‘Hill Country.’ On the way we stumbled across South Llano River State Park and decided to stop in the campground for a night.

Situated on the South Llano River, we have Walter W. Buck Jr. to thank for donating the land unconditionally, to Texas in 1977, under the proviso that it would remain “intact, in a natural state and open to the public.” It was to be used solely for wildlife conservation and opened officially in 1990. It’s promoted as a great place for swimming, fishing, paddling and floating on the river. The ranger station even hire large inflatable tyres to float on. The day we were there was warm but according to the people who were floating, the water was chilly and not flowing enough to actually float anywhere.

It was a beautiful park that had lush green and wooded areas adjacent the river and drier desert-like terrain surrounding it. Over 250 different species of birds are found here, and it’s one of 60 International Dark Sky Parks, that minimise light pollution at night for animals and people.

We walked around the bushland and river in the afternoon, then did the perimeter rim trail the following morning. There were abundant wildflowers and one of the ranger stations had bird houses and feeders that attracted the tiniest humming birds. About the size of my thumb, with a very long slender beak for drinking flower nectar, we sat and watched them feeding one early evening but, try as I might, getting a photo was incredibly difficult. Their wings flapped so fast you could barely see them and they flitted so quickly, one second they were there and the next, they were gone but you didn’t see where they went.

Our walk the following morning took us on an 8 mile (12km) loop around the park. As soon as we started climbing up along the border and into the back country, the terrain changed from the lush green grass and cedar elm, pecan and oak trees by the river and camp ground, to dry, rocky terrain with mostly mesquite, yucca and prickly pear, that we saw so much of in the desert of Big Bend.

This park is popular with birdwatchers and there are several bird hides, but deer, jackrabbits, squirrels, foxes, rattlesnakes and armadillos are also found here. I really hoped to see an armadillo and after seeing so many signs about rattlesnakes I was also keen to see one in the wild. But an ‘Oh, look over there on that rock 20 feet away, there’s a rattlesnake,’ kind of seeing! Not a *#%$*!!! a foot in front of me on the trail that I did not see until I almost stepped on it and it did their famous, coil into a circle, rattle their tail and stand up in front ready to strike, kind of seeing! I jumped back so fast, yelling snake! Then, when I felt we were sufficiently far enough back to admire him from a distance, and I caught my breath, I took numerous photos and a video of course!

After my initial fright, this was the highlight of our visit. He certainly was a lovely, well fed snake. We didn’t spot an armadillo, which I also hoped to see but we did enjoy the park.

Our next stop was Lake Buchanan and Inks Lake State Park, another unexpected find en route. Situated in the famed Hill Country that was recommended, Lake Buchanan and Inks Lake are only an hour from Austin. Formed when the Colorado River was dammed in 1937, it provides hydroelectricity to this day, and stores water to stop the flooding issues Austin previously encountered.

Similar wildlife abounds in the area which consists of 1,200 acres, 29 miles of hiking trails and numerous opportunities for waterborne activities from fishing to canoeing, but the flora is far more diverse and lush than the desert and arid regions we’ve experienced in Texas so far.

The afternoon we arrived, we hiked around the end of Inks Lake on the Devil’s Waterhole and Devil’s Backbone Nature trails.

We marveled at the continued abundance of wildflowers and the variety of flora we saw.

The following morning, as in South Llano Park, we headed off on a longer hike to experience a broader area of the park. Our hike led us to the end of the camping area, which in itself was massive, around the other end of Inks Lake and into the Park proper, via Pecan Flats and Woodland trail, then returning via Lake trail, each of which described the areas they covered. In all we hiked 9.5miles (about 15kms) and it’s one of the most varied and enjoyable we’ve done so far. So let me regale you with pictures, rather than text that never does the visions we’ve seen justice.

Some critter cuteness to begin.

In many areas, the carpets of wildflowers were extensive, some like this and others scattered with pops of orange, white or purple.

We were very lucky to see this white-tailed deer doe. The likelihood of seeing the fauna is one of the reasons I like to hike early in the mornings. Being the first ones out on the trail, means we see wildlife before it’s retreated for the day. I heard this deer before I saw it and for such a large animal, it was incredibly well camouflaged. Blink and you’d lose it among the foliage. Luckily, it seemed as interested in me as I was taking its picture.

We arrived back at Joey after almost 3 hours of thoroughly enjoyable hiking and headed for our next stop in Texas Hill country, the German heritage town of Fredericksburg, described as having “Texas Heart, German Soul”.

The town reminded us of Solberg, the Danish village we visited in California and also Hahndorf, the German village in our Adelaide Hills. A more extensive town than both of these, it was an elective mix of German, Mexican and Texan and obviously the ‘go to destination’ for girls trips and hens parties going by the numbers of female groups, pink stretch limos and buses that we saw.

It certainly had its fair share of pubs, bars and restaurants and of course, tourist shops, many of which we ventured into. The shops that sold condiments, and there were a number, displayed very extensive collections and had tastings of all their wares. This was a great incentive to purchasing. We got to try before we bought. This is also, according to the literature, the centre of Texas wine country, with over 60 wineries and tasting rooms. We certainly drove past many miles of wineries, one after the other, along the road.

Not that we were inclined to try either of these!

Any guesses?

On the left, in between the chocolate covered melon and strawberries we have chocolate coated jalapeno chilis and on the right?

I can’t even imagine how you come up with the idea to coat crisp, smokey bacon with chocolate!

Moving right along! The shops were as varied as their wares. Some were very exclusive and expensive, others not so much, but all were interesting to wander around.

This was the most amazing chandelier!

Boots anyone?

I was so tempted! But which pair to choose? And this was only part of one of the 6 racks of shelves!

Once we’d ventured into enough shops, we visited Marktplatz, in the centre of town. The historic Vereins Kirche is in the middle of the square and is a replica of the original, built in 1846. The town embraced its German heritage during the 150 year celebrations in 1996, by renaming the Market Place Marktplatz and revamping the entire area.

It pays homage to pioneers of the community like the US 36th President Lyndon B. Johnson who grew up in the county and also past residents like Admiral Chester W. Nimitz and Jacob Broadbent, an early aviator.

A life-size bronze statue recognising the yet unbroken treaty between Fredericksburg’s founder John O. Meusebach and the Comanche Indians sits adjacent a replica wooden water wheel similar to those used for milling in the region.

The following morning we took a walk around the suburban streets in the town looking at the classic homes.

We then walked up to Cross Mountain, which was really just a hill. It was used as an Indian lookout, according to the history, because it gives a great vantage point over the surrounding area. When the early pioneers first arrived, the legend has it that they discovered a timber cross on the hill, so they named it Kreuzberg (Cross Mountain). A permanent illuminated cross was built in 1946.

Among the tourist literature we collected was a flyer for Fredericksburg Pie Company, so of course we had to stop in to sample some pie. Americans don’t do savoury pies like we do in Australia. There were no steak and mushroom or tandoori chicken pies here. There were however, 3 shelves of cream, fruit and pecan pies. We opted to try 3 different slices. A chocolate meringue, a key lime and a traditional pecan pie slice. The hardest part was choosing which slices to try.

Our drive on from Fredericksburg took us past Old Tunnel, a now disused railway tunnel that is another stopping point for the Mexican free-tailed bats we’ve been learning about.

After a short walk to see the tunnel, we continued our journey towards Austin and found another little gem of a town along the route called Dripping Springs. It wasn’t on our radar to stop but as we drove into town we passed lots and lots of people walking and cars parked every which way on the side of the road. Then we joined the traffic snarl and saw where everyone was headed. It looked like a state fair as we drove past so we made a snap decision to take a right turn and find a car park.

We walked into the grounds and found that every person within a 100 mile radius was there too! It was absolutely packed. We also discovered that it was Dripping Springs Founders Day Fair, which actually went from Friday to Sunday. By now it was 4pm on Saturday, so we figured all these people were here for the night.

We wandered down the aisles trying to get a vantage point to see what the stalls were selling eventually coming to the sideshows and rides, which were extensive and also packed with people. We discovered the usual county fair foods, but also some unique offerings to the region.

As we made our way back we discovered these little beauties.

A number of vendors were selling them by the scoop, so your serve was a massive one. Spicy crawfish we were told. Like our yabbies but a bit bigger. All the meat is in the tail, so they were a lot of hard work for not much food, hence the size of the serving. And these were very spicy we were told. I would have liked to try one but didn’t want 50 to get through.

We also learned that if you bought a giant commemorative tankard for $US24.00, you could refill it whenever you wanted and as often as you liked, with a choice of soft drinks like root beer, sweat tea or huckleberry. That explained the constant long queue.

The whole time we walked around the BBQ smells were amazing. And that’s coming from a vegetarian! The food stalls in the side show area were obviously selling their food, but there were numerous tents with huge BBQs and smokers cooking and serving BBQ meat. There were no prices and it didn’t look like people were paying. Curious, we thought. Seeing all the meat, Peter was feeling hungry too so when we found a stall with no customers and asked the question.

So, it turns out that Founders Day each year is traditionally a massive BBQ meat competition. Anyone can enter, so you could be a club or a family or a butcher that has a “secret recipe” for any kind of BBQ, or smoker.

The competitor we spoke to said there were 121 competitors this year and they were all judged on Saturday with the winners being announced on Sunday. Each competitor cooks their BBQ entry all day Friday, Saturday and Sunday and the meat is given away for free. In fact, the rules state they’re not allowed to sell anything. They can ask for a donation.

This was the happy chappy who explained the competition to us. I think Peter had three of his tortilla wraps filled with meat and they weren’t small servings! He also very proudly told us he came third overall last year.

By now it was after 5pm and people had been gorging on BBQ for two days, so the trade had slowed a little. Now we knew how it worked, Peter made his way around the stalls to try a number of offerings. There was chicken, pork, beef and sausages all with their secret cooking spices or rubs and methods of BBQing and smoking. I’m told the best was a slow cooked pulled beef. Some were served just in a small tray, some offered help yourself sauces and some included a tortilla wrap, salsa or salad.

This was certainly one of our best random finds so far.

We woke to an extremely foggy morning and a walk though Twin Lakes Park, in Austin. It was a lovely and extensive area with many miles of paved paths. We walked the length of the paved paths along Barton Creek and the Greenbelt to a large lake and dam and then looped back through some suburbs to meet the trail again.

The night before we’d had some heavy rain that lasted a number of hours and this area had also had a few days prior of rain so the creek was flowing strongly.

We walked past this railway bridge looking quite striking with its heavy timber trusses and assumed it was old and disused. No so, it seems, because on the way back a train passed over.

After Austin we hadn’t decided which way to travel. South to San Antonio then across to Houston or north through some of the smaller towns. Several people suggested we shouldn’t miss visiting the Alamo in San Antonio so south it was.

We found a very large car park by San Antonio zoo that was surrounded by playing fields and parks and about a 3.5 mile walk to the Alamo, taking in the the famous Riverwalk. So off we walked through the parks and along the Riverwalk towards San Antonio centre and the Alamo.

By now you must know I can’t resist a critter and this squirrel was so cute and photogenic and not the least bit concerned that I’d stopped to take his picture.

The park also has a trainline that travels from the zoo through the park and around the perimeter of the playing fields. On our return walk it crossed our path twice, almost full of people.

The park was very picturesque and given the early morning, there were few people about.

The Riverwalk was quite surprising, in that it is a 15 mile long canal that winds its way through San Antonio, including 5 miles through the downtown city. It’s beautifully maintained with gardens and water features along its length, ornate bridges with sculptures and apartments, shops and restaurants in the downtown area.

The history of the canal system is fascinating.  In 1921 a severe downpour flooded the San Antonio River and rose 9 feet in the streets, killing at least 50 people and encouraging ideas to mitigate future flooding.  In 1926 a bypass channel was constructed and plans for draining the river and converting it to a storm drain were put forward.

In 1929 Robert H. H. Hugman presented his plans for a bypass channel which included a small dam to check the flow, but further alterations were halted by the Depression.  By 1936, moves were afoot to beautify the river and a San Antonio River Authority was formed. 

A tax was levied to raise the $US75,000 required for the project and in 1941 the walkways, stairways, footbridge and rock walls were completed.

Alterations and improvements continued throughout the 1940s and 50s until in 1961, a company who were instrumental in designing Disneyland put forward plans to enhance the commercial potential of the Riverwalk, including retail, entertainment and restaurant precincts, sculptures and murals and in 1964 $US500,000 in improvements were approved.

Since then, it has become a world-famous venue, holding festivals, theatre and arts performances and the downtown area has numerous restaurants, bars and shops on the canal frontage. 

There are also the famous motored canalboats, each a different, vibrant colour that take tourists on tours along the canals.  Driven by suitably attired and informative skippers, they provide a commentary along the journey, interacting with patrons and vendors on the shore and regaling city and canal history.

It was a short walk from the Riverwalk to the centre of downtown via Historic Houston Street and the Alamo, which is in the centre of downtown San Antonio.  We spent 2 ½ hours taking in the historic site and learning about Texas history.  The Alamo is a sacred and revered site, like Gettysburg, or Gallipoli and a legacy for those people who fought and died for Texas.  At the completion of our visit, we had a greater understanding of how Texas became a state and a better understanding of its people. 

For example, Texas is one of the few states so far where we’ve seen many businesses and private citizens flying the State Texas flag either with the American flag or by itself.  Texans are proud to be Texan.  We understand how interconnected Texas heritage is with Spanish and Mexican history and how these cultures continue to influence much of Texas today. 

We learned about the heroes of the Alamo, names we’d heard of like David Crockett, for example.  Anyone of a certain age will remember the TV show from the 1970s where Fes Parker, wearing his animal skin coat and possum tail hat was Davy Crockett, “king of the Wild, Wild West.”  But I never realised he played a prominent role fighting at the Alamo.

So, a brief history lesson of Texas and the Alamo.  During the 1700s, both Spain and France laid claim to regions in what is now the state of Texas.  Spanish missionaries travelled throughout the region, establishing missions to convert the Pamposa’s, Coahuiltecan’s and other Indian tribes.  In 1756 a stone church was built by Indian stonemasons, and this is the famed Alamo shrine.  By the 1790s Antonio de Valero ceased to be a mission and the land was distributed to nearby Indians.

By the early 1800s, a Spanish military unit arrived in San Antonio, repaired and occupied the site, calling it Pueblo del Alamo.  During this time, Mexico began revolting against Spanish rule and in 1810 the unrest spilled into San Antonio.  Control over the Alamo varied between Spanish and Mexican rule for the following decade, until in 1820, 300 American frontier families made their way to Texas, settling in the Alamo area and becoming citizens under the Mexican constitution.  Increasing numbers of American settlers also provided an impetus for Texas to become a separate state.  However, the colonists agreed to remain loyal to Mexico, under the Turtle Bayou Resolution.  By 1835, however, disputes arose between colonists and Mexican authorities causing skirmishes, and the blockade of Mexican supply ships and troops.

On March 6, 1836, Mexican troops attacked the Alamo and killed those defending it. 

Prisoners were executed, women and children massacred, and the Mexican army pursued the retreating Texian army.  Hearing of this, settlers fled from the advancing Mexican army, and became known as the “Runaway Scrape.”

On April 21, 1836, the Texians attacked the Mexican army and according to history shouted “Remember the Alamo! Remember Goliad!”  The scene of the massacres.  The Texians defeated the Mexican army in 18 minutes and won independence for Texas from Mexico.  All Mexican forces were ordered to withdraw south of the Rio Grande but on their way the Alamo was all but destroyed.

On February 19, 1846, Texas joined the United States.  During the ensuing years the US government undertook the rebuilding of the Alamo and much of the grounds was sold to private citizens.  In 1903 the Daughters of the Republic of Texas (DRT) persuaded the state to purchase the Alamo and preserve it as a shrine to the Alamo defenders. Today, according to the literature, “the Alamo is known worldwide as a symbol of patriotism and the shrine of Texas Liberty.”

Also situated in the Alamo precinct is a museum of the Alamo and Texas Revolution which houses the preeminent collection of artifacts, including weaponry, saddles and tack, porcelain and tableware, manuscripts and books and a scale reproduction of the Alamo site which highlights how the battle transpired through illuminations and dialogue.  Most interestingly, the collection was donated to the Alamo site in 2014 by none other than rock star extraordinaire, Phil Collins!  The Phil Collins.  His introductory blurb states that he was fascinated by the adventures of Davy Crockett and the frontiersmen as a boy, and this grew into a lifelong passion.

It’s amazing how quickly the time goes when you’re engrossed in something like Alamo history, so it was early afternoon by the time we headed to the Riverwalk to find lunch.  We settled on a Mexican restaurant that was established in 1972 and clearly a talking point for the canal boat skippers as they passed us by. 

Then, realising we had only walked halfway through the downtown Riverwalk area, we continued until a T junction signaled the end of the shops and restaurants.  We retraced our steps back to Joey and after a long but very enjoyable day, it was time to find more roads less travelled.