“Where the Tennessee River, like a silver snake, winds her way through the clay hills …” -William Clay Handy
Where I live, there aren’t many places to go where you can’t see or hear another person. Cincinnati is like most U.S. cities — filled with cars and highways and buses and buildings. But for those of us with a wandering heart, when we live in a city, it’s especially nice to get away once in a while.
Over Labor Day weekend, my family and I packed into the car and headed south across the Ohio River, through Kentucky and the Smoky Mountains into Tennessee.
It wasn’t the first time we’ve been there, certainly, but this time it was beautiful — maybe more than other times.
A place feels a lot like magic when the sun shines bright despite a forecast of rain and the water is smooth as glass. It’s surreal when a Bald Eagle soars overhead and an Osprey dives into the river and flies out with a hulking fish. It’s incredible when the sun rises through the Smoky Mountain fog, and when hours later the moon leaves a silver trail upon the midnight water.
Those are the enchanted places which restore the city dweller’s soul. Those are the places where a roadtrip can lead and make a difference in our lives. We can see with new eyes. We can become restored.
That place might be just down the road for you. For me, earlier this month, it was alongside the Tennessee River …
A Weekend on the Tennessee River:
Have you ventured on a roadtrip recently? If so, where? Please share in the comments below … thanks and have a great week!