Nathan Bedford Forrest State Park, Benton County Tennessee

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     Here’s another park that gives a lot of value for the time spent. There’s a lot of this sort of thing around the Tennessee River, and while this is a little south of Land Between the Lakes, it’s no less worth a visit or two. Or three. In fact, mile for mile Nathan Bedford Forrest is as nice as any west Tennessee park and better than some in the east. Yes, that may sound like hyperbole, but get out on the trails here and you’ll agree. Oh, and there’s history too, and cannon for those thus inclined…it is named for famed Confederate cavalry officer Nathan Bedford Forrest, after all!


 

          

The visitor center at NBF is actually two centers in one: it is a nature center, yes, but it also serves as the Tennessee River Folklife Center, and it is a truly fascinating place. There is an entire culture built upon life on the river and the river pearl industry that is even today a major source of revenue. The Center even includes a full-sized (more or less) replica of a riverboat. You could spend hours in there and not get bored. Every September there is a Folklife Festival here that I understand is a must-see.


 

     SNAKE! Rather a nice one, actually. Talk about your “hands-on” exhibits!


 

          Another bench mark to add to the collection. This one I think marks the highest point in western Tennessee, Pilot Knob. The views of the river from up here are marvelous, if you don’t mind a view of the TVA plant at New Johnsonville…


 

               A few views of the spire erected in memory of Forrest. His accomplishments on the battlefield are legion, not the least of which was capturing Federal gunboats with his cavalry during the siege at Johnsonville, in which he and his horsemen captured several boats. That sort of thing was unheard of at the time, and was an accomplishment an old Marine can acknowledge with admiration. Forrest was a major thorn in the side of the Union the entire war. This spire, by the way, can probably be seen from Johnsonville State Historic Area, not far away across the Tennessee River but rather a long drive by car!


 

     The trail takes off, conveniently enough, from behind the visitor center. This does mean, however, that unless you’re going to camp on the trail, you need to be out by closing…not a concern for us this day, though this would be Peej’s longest hike to date.

 

     The first part of the trails (they all run concurrently for a while) runs along the ridges leading away from Pilot Knob and up the river. Some of the views from up here are nice, and the going is generally easy, but eventually you must descend toward the lake. Doesn’t P. J. look small in this picture!


 

               Left: Peej enjoying some typical bottomland stuff. It is in places rather sadly littered, as happens around impounded water, but we pick up what we can. You should too! Center: that fine walking stick (which he still uses) was a birthday gift from his Granny Patti. Right: winter is a great time to visit NBF, just mind you wear your tuque!


 

     No place for a pool party…this was a kind of neat “sinkhole” he spotted along the trail. This (and a few other pictures here) are from a separate trip; we did a couple within a month of each other, I think. They’re remarkably “sporting”, by the way, with plenty of ups and downs to keep you busy. You may imagine you’re on the Plateau!


 

          

Him, me, us. Yes, we did the 5-miler this time, having already done the 3. We plan on going back to do the 10. There’s a 20 for the really ambitious folks (not me!)


 

          There is a very nice camping shelter at not quite the 3 mile mark. There’s a plaque inside commemorating a departed Scout leader who must’ve been very special. This is a good place to rest, enjoy a snack, catch a few winks…or call and say hi to Mom …


 

          Left: an interestingly-colored rock we found along the trail, some kind of slate, I’d reckon, stained with iron. Right: the neat trail markers found in places along the way.


 

     Being a farmer at heart, P. J. was interested in these antique implements found near the end of the trail.


 

     Done! How far? Five miles, Peej indicates proudly. Not at all bad for an eight-year-old “greenhorn”!

 

 

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