Well, it got to the point where I just HAD to get some wind, no matter what. I left the house this afternoon with the temp at 53 and made my first stop at the local pharmacy on the square, downtown.
Then I headed North on US Hwy 431 towards Petersburg. The bridge over Cane Creek parallels an old railroad bridge, the piers of which still remain.
The town fathers of Petersburg have their heads on straight - look who they share Town Hall with:
The rest of downtown is quite quaint, also.
Leaving Petersburg, I headed East on TN 129, a twisty, hilly, two-lane country road. I saw lots of great vistas, but there was no place to pull off and take pics. Every side road or farm driveway was either a sheet of ice or solid mud. I did manage to stop on the road and snap a shot or two, but nothing like Smokin' Joe's shots.
Just north of Lynchburg (home of the Jack Daniels Distillery), I came across this place:
Reckon who all those barrels are for?
When those barrels are filled, they go in one of these warehouses for seven years.
I spent a few minutes walking around the square in Lynchburg,
and then it was time to head home. Heading West on TN 50, I passed this lovely, old and abandoned, house. There was a small herd of deer in the front yard, but by the time I got stopped, turned around, and the camera out, they were gone.
Before I knew it, I was heading back down my driveway and home.
The trip was only fifty miles, but by going slow and stopping to take lots of pics, I stretched it out to over two hours! Gotta do this more often!
