Calypso made her third voyage on October 14. Dan and I want to camp in every state park in Tennessee, unfortunately some parks don’t have campgrounds. The second voyage was to Bledsoe Creek, near Gallatin, Tennessee. I’ll add that one in later.
Number three took us to Nathan Bedford Forrest State Park near Camden, Tennessee. It is named for the Confederate General during the Civil War. It’s a beautiful park that sits on the Tennessee River and Kentucky Lake. There are over 2000 acres of forest to wander. It’s a small campground and the only lakefront sites are for primitive camping only. That’s not for me, Calypso offers me all the comforts of home in a more rustic setting!
If you love hiking there are miles of trails. There’s even a 20 mile loop for the experienced hiker. The camp host told me that lots of people hike that trail in preparation for future hikes like the Appalachian Trail. There is a short trail right at our site that joins that trail about quarter of a mile in. That’s more to my liking. I can go for a one mile hike or a ten mile hike and come right back to my campsite when ready. Photo below is the view from our patio!
Photo below is the beginning of my first branch weaving. It took awhile to find the perfect stick, had to walk at least a mile! Maybe I will make some progress later this afternoon.
I love/hate the American Civil War. The stories are fascinating, like something out of an epic movie. It was an important event in our history I know, but I really hate war of any kind. My husband and I took a road trip to Shiloh Battlefield in west Tennessee. The word “shiloh” is a Hebrew word that can be roughly translated as “the peaceful one” (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/shiloh). We both grew up in Tennessee but neither of us had ever been there. I remember walking through the park, and coming to the mass grave that was edged in cannon balls. I stood there silent. I had never felt in my heart such pain and suffering. I don’t remember how many soldiers lost their lives that bloody day, all I know is that so many families were changed forever. It was an eerie, sad, uncomfortable feeling.
I found out several years ago that my great, great grandfather, William McIntyre, and his brother John, were Confederate soldiers. They joined the army when they were 13 and 15 years old! Long story short, they were sent off to Manassas, Virignia, and by some miracle, their unit did not make it there. Manassas was one of the bloodiest battles of the war. I did further research and found that their father, James C. McIntyre, at the age of 45, was also in the Confederate Army and was captured. He spent a year as a prisoner of war. He was discharged from the Confederate Army and “joined” the United States Army. His records, found on a great website, http://www.fold3.com, stated that he “don’t care which side wins.” He went home and so did two sons. One other son, Henry, was killed in the battle of Chancellorsville.
I do not want to imagine how my great, great grandmother felt. I do not want to imagine how any mother felt. I do not want to imagine how many mothers feel, now or ever. Shiloh Screams, silent screams, the world screams.