Picket
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The whole
story of Forts Henry and Donelson is pretty well-told in histories of the Civil
War. Suffice to say that the Union victories here were crucial in the march
south and the securing of river traffic. Fort Donelson is pretty much
intact and is the centerpiece of an impressive battlefield site, but
The path leading from the trailhead is a
bit vague, as are several of the areas of the Picket Loop. I don’t think this
is supposed to be along the trail proper; it looks like what was perhaps intended
to be an interpretive trail with lighted (?) station markers. Still, it is
interesting.
Once you finally do locate the blue-blazed
trail it’s worth the effort. Here, at point 23 (all of the
An homestead’s old well (I guess, it’s probably
not a sinkhole) along the Picket Loop.
Taking a break not far from the junction
with the spur that heads off toward Boswell Landing. While hunting is not
generally allowed at LBL (except for a few seasonally organized hunts) there is
still a lot of lead being flung about during deer season, so I figured maybe a
little blaze orange would be in order. If nothing else, it makes it easier to
spot the body…
The aforementioned spur to Boswell Landing
isn’t really part of the loop, but it’s worth the walk. Here’s a pair of “double
trees” flanking a knobby oldster.
Do trees feel pain? I don’t know, but it
seems they do scar. This appears to
be the healed area once concealed by a trail marker of some sort. And yes, it
kinda resembles the Aflac Duck!
A couple of views of
This is a cemetery out by Boswell Landing
that also serves as a survey marker, apparently. There are several very old graves
here.
Left to right: born just a
few years after the war ended, this youngster barely made it past his first
year…a pair of the namesakes of the
Left: No motorcycles or horses, please!
And many thanks to the Adopt-A-Trail volunteers. I’m not sure who these folks
are but I sure do appreciate their work. Perhaps you’ll see our names on such a marker soon! Right:
a uniquely-profiled tree not far from Boswell Landing.
Point 24, and the handy fallen tree that
serves as a resting place. The numbered intersections sure do make traveling
this trail system a lot easier than standard trail signs, plus they allow you
to “collect” points. I now have 13 of 26!
It is remote, and it is quiet…and you are
so often so alone. This, to me, is the ultimate lure of LBL.
Once past Boswell Landing the
trail follows the edge of
Being an impounded lake,
Unfortunately, there’s a lot of trash left
behind too, mostly, I suspect, courtesy of thoughtless fishermen.
It’s rather a circuitous walk to the far
side of this finger bay, but it does avoid the muck and mire, and if you’re
lucky, you might spy some birds watering.
What is the sound of two trees rubbing in
the wind? It’s rather like some enormous turkey!
Left: ferns along the return trail, and
right, the very welcome signs of the trailhead approaching. The day had turned
on me while I was on the trail; 63 degrees, misty and still had become 43
degrees, blustery and wet! It was not
a good way to finish the day!
Still, there is always a bright side to a
dark view, and this was the payoff: a wrong turn on the drive out led me out to
Boswell Landing, where I saw this turbulent sight…compare this view to the
pictures of the lake at rest just above and you’ll see just how wild it had
gotten. Rarely have I been so happy to be off
a trail!
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