Monday, October 30, 2006

Getting out of the house

Yesterday was gorgeous. Probably one of the last nice semi-warmish, bright, fluffed-out, colorful days of fall.

Lately, my husband has re-discovered his love of fishing, so we went driving around looking for potential fishing spots in East Knoxville.

We checked out the spot at the Forks of the River under the railway trestle bridge. The old Lebanon (Lisbon?) Presbyterian Church graveyard is across the road and we spent some time looking at the stones. The Ramsey family is buried there, most notably J.G.M. Ramsey; author of Ramsey's Annals of Tennessee.
After this, we crossed John Sevier Hwy. and ended up driving by the house of J.G.M. Kind of weird to visit the grave and home of a man within 20 minutes, without meaning to.

If you pass the Ramsey House and go down around the bend, there's the creepiest quarry I've ever seen. I swear it looks just like a scene from the game Myst. I'd post a picture, but I didn't have my camera. There are four huge rusted cranes at each corner connected by a skeletal big-top framework of rusted cables. And in the center of the quarry, half-submerged in the water, is a rusted track which leads to a huge rusted wheel.

On the way home, we passed a house I've been meaning to visit on a hill next to the Asheville Hwy. bridge over the Holston River. It's a big rambling mess of stone ruins and walls. I'd like to find a picture of what it used to look like.

When we got home, we retraced our drive with google satellite maps and got a look at what we didn't see from the road. Behind the little Myst quarry is a much larger quarry, but it's roped off. And where we were made to turn around at the railyard, we saw the mile or so of road that leads to the police training facility. Probably a great fishing spot, but it's off limits.

Going on drives like this is heartening somewhat, because you get a look at how much undeveloped land there still is around here. It's easy to forget that when you stay in the city and see parcels gobbled up right and left.

So there ya go; only 15 minutes away are Osprey with fish in their beaks, rolling fields, gravestones from the 1700's, a creepy quarry, a ruin that begs to be waded through, and a few guys gutting deer on the bank of the river.

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