I started my day at milepost 390. Asphalt and trees. A sliver of sky. My feet alternating on a cracked line of white.
But water beckoned. Fall Hollow. Milepost 391.9. The Natchez Trace. Tennessee.
Its white energy buzzed through a crevasse. Boulders. Leaves. Fissures and sediment. All marked Time’s progression to the sea.
Do you ever wonder
where a cascade goes?
When it merges with the ocean,
evaporates to the heavens,
where does it fall?
I scooted down a rock face. On my rear end. Two miles into my fifteen-mile-day. Fear of heights? Horror at falling?
Nothing could stop me as I watched water pour over the crags at Fall Hollow. As I asked every drop to remember me
Wherever it ended its run.
Visit Fall Hollow on Tennessee’s Natchez Trace. It’s at milepost 391.9. A short trail from the parking lot leads to the top of the falls. Hearty folk can follow a rough trail into the hollow. It’s usually wet. And steep. Bring gloves and (if you’re like me) be prepared to scoot. The view’s worth it.
No Make a Memory visit to the Trace
is complete without my books!