Panther Creek State Park

A bit of internet browsing led us to a new state park today.  Although, I have to say most of Tennessee’s state parks are well west of Newport.  Maybe they figure that everyone in the far eastern end of the state can go to the national park. Panther Creek State Park is on the shore of Cherokee Lake. It is a relatively small park offering a playground, a campground, several large picnic pavilions, a swimming pool, a boat ramp, numerous picnic spots, a gorgeous overlook of the lake, and many hiking trails.

We drove through the campground to check it out.  It is lovely and cheap, with full hook-ups for RVs.  Our next stop was at the end of the road, high atop a narrow peninsula poking into the lake. As soon as we got out of the car, Andy pointed out the red leaves on a nearby tree.  That is our first fall-color sighting.

Red Leaves, a Hint of Fall

The observation deck appeared to be hanging out in space and I wanted to tell the young man to get off that railing before he fell to his death.

Overlook at Panther Creek State Park

After we got closer and looked over the edge, I could see that he would not kill himself, maybe just break a leg or a neck.

Young Man Reading a Book on the Overlook

There was a panoramic view of the lake and we were high above it.    We admired the view for a while and then walked on to the cul-de-sac at the end of the road.  The Ridgecrest trailhead was past the circle, so we followed the trail for a bit. The promontory was getting more and more narrow as we walked along.  There was a steep drop-off on both sides of the trail.  It wasn’t a mountain but, it was a really big hill.

Ridgecrest Trail

When the trail began getting steep, we turned around.  Back on the road, it was clear that the short white wall around the center of the cul-de-sac was a large heart.  I was enamored.  Andy was indifferent. I could not capture the whole thing in one picture.  This is the top of the heart, clear as we were walking off the trail.


From the side, it is clear that the bottom of the heart has a point.


We drove out of the park and down the road a piece to the boat ramp.  The woman in the visitor center suggested that it was an easy place to walk on the waterfront.  Easy and ugly.

The Longest Boat Ramp I’ve Ever Seen

This is the time of year when the dams release water from the lakes for use downstream so there was plenty of beach.  Instead of sand, it is dry mud. I admit that is was fairly easy to walk on.

Dry Lake Bottom

When we returned to the boat ramp, I noticed a dry inlet on the other side.  It had piles of old tires placed at regular intervals along the now-dry cove. We guessed that they were placed there as artificial reefs (for lack of a better word) that would provide a safe haven for young fish.

Old Tires on Lake Bed

Next, we drove back to the campground for the second hike the woman in the visitor center recommended.  We parked next to the dumpsters. This little bridge took us across a small creek.


Then we were following a footpath along the creek.  A cross-country team was running in our direction.


We saw a bridge and a sign for a 1.1-mile nature loop.  The cross-country coach said all the runners were out of there.  I responded with, “So, we’re not going to see any wildlife?” Actually, we did see some.  Andy spotted deer three times.  I only saw deer-butts bouncing through the forest. The trail was very easy and wide.

Nature Trail

There were numerous little posts with numbers on them but, we didn’t have a brochure to tell us what we were supposed to be looking at.  At one point, we were walking along a ravine.  There was a post with a number on it so I walked to the edge of the ravine for a look.  It was the remains of an old car. Then I really wanted a brochure to find out the story behind that.

Old Car in Ravine

This is the view as we emerged from the nature trail.


We crossed the small bridge back to our car parked next to the dumpster.

Small Foot Bridge Over Creek

It was yet another nice outing.  I was disappointed when we got home and I checked my pedometer. It said 1.3 miles.  Hey!  That nature loop was 1.1 miles and I know we walked more than 0.2 miles on the hilltop and along the lake shore.  I’ve been robbed!





Davy, Davy Crockett. King of the Wild Frontier! And Jonesborough, Tennessee

Before we head off on today’s adventure, let’s stop in the Newport City Park for a look at the path we have been walking.  It is about a half-mile winding loop, mostly in the shade of big trees.

Walking Path in Newport City Park


On to Davy Crockett‘s  birthplace in Limestone, Tennessee, now Davy Crockett Birthplace State Park.  It is several miles off the main road, down several narrow country roads.  The road made a sharp curve and I drove straight into the park.  Andy exclaimed, “This can’t be it!  We are not on a mountaintop!”  He was right, the mountains were in the distance. What about “Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee; Greenest state in the land of the free”?  Sorry, that must have been a Hollywood fabrication.  We were terribly disappointed.

I wonder how many people younger than me even know who Davy Crockett was. Anyone watching television in the 1950s saw the wildly popular television series about him.  It was part of the Walt Disney program. But, Crockett didn’t need Disney to become famous.  He was a legend in his own time. He was known as an expert hunter and trapper.  Muscular and good looking, he was popular enough to get elected to congress.  There, he was described as uncouth, loud, and illiterate (which he was).  He was also famous for his colorful mountain language such as “….a huckleberry over my persimmon”. He was fearless in his fight against President Andrew Jackson in 1830 over the removal of the Cherokee from their lands. He later lost an election over this issue. That is when he headed west to Texas.

We passed the very nice campground (with 40 full hookup sites (30 amps)).  There is also a large swimming pool. Our first stop was the memorial, not to be confused with a grave.  He was, of course, killed at the Alamo.  I asked Wikipedia what happened to the bodies.

“Once all of the defenders had been killed, Santa Anna ordered his men to take the bodies to a nearby stand of trees, where they were stacked together and wood piled on top.[160] That evening, a fire was lit and the bodies of the defenders were burned to ashes.”

Davy Crockett Memorial

Here is a closer look at the monument.

Davy Crockett Monument

There is a nice replica cabin I presume to be typical of the place and time.  There were bars over the door so we could not go in and it was hard to take any pictures.  (I should have had my smartphone with me.) The positive side of bars over the door was that the interior was furnished nicely for the period. I also noted that park visitors have not written and carved their names into the logs as they have in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park cabins.

Davy Crockett Replica Cabin


There was something very strange about that place.  The soil glittered.  I didn’t capture it very well with my camera but, here is my best attempt. Those white specks were shining brightly in the sun. I told Andy I thought it was mica even though I really didn’t know what mica is. It took a bit of Googling to find the answer. There are mica mines upstream in the mountains.

Glittering Mica in Sand

The Crockett cabin is on the banks of the Nolichucky River, which flows into the French Broad River, which joins the Holston River to form the Tennessee River in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Nolichucky River

Next, we drove a relatively short distance to the town of Jonesborough, the oldest town in Tennesee and the storytelling capital of the world. It was the capital of the state of Franklin, which was never recognized by congress.  It was reclaimed by North Carolina but, eventually became part of Tennessee when it was admitted to the union.

We stopped in the visitor center and picked up a walking-tour map.  Our first stop was the Main Street Cafe for lunch. The historic downtown is several blocks long and full of old buildings. Here are a few.

This private home is the Naff-Henley House, built in 1840.

Naff-Henley House – 1840

This might be the most charming building on Main Street.  It is owned by the state of Tennessee and has a excellent museum on the ground floor. It was built by the local doctor in the late 1790s as the Chester Inn to accommodate travelers on the Great Stage Road (same as the Wilderness Road Daniel Boone helped to clear). Later it was doubled in size.

Chester Inn

The Mansion House was built in 1843 by the town’s first postmaster.  It served as one of Jonesborough’s earliest hotels.  It is humongous.

Mansion House

This three-unit row house was built in 1820 by Samuel Jackson of Philadelphia.  His three daughters rented the units and it became known as Sisters Row.

Sisters Row

This building was built as a residence in 1797. It was enlarged and converted into a hotel in the late 1800s.

Eureka Inn

This log cabin was built a couple miles outside of town and later moved to the city park  to preserve it.  It was built by Christopher Taylor in the 1770s. Andrew Jackson stayed in this cabin for some months and studied law.

Christopher Taylor House

When we got back to the car, parked at the visitor center, I thought someone had drawn a happy face on the pavement with chalk.  It was really a reflection of the sun off the neighboring car’s wheel.

Happy Face

Good Dam Day

We made an outing in the afternoon to Douglas Dam. I suppose most school children learn about the Tennessee Valley Authority and all the dams they created in the 1930s and 40s. In case you didn’t or don’t remember, check that link to Wikipedia. Andy and I both learned about it and both acknowledge that we remember only a little of  it.

We took back roads through the countryside and crossed the French Broad River to Dandridge, the second-oldest town in Tennessee. Then we more-or-less followed the shore to the dam.  The park-like land around the dam is enormous.

We drove to the upper overlook as the lower one was closed.  It appeared that they were resurfacing the pavement.  The view was beautiful.

View from Upper Observation Deck

I zoomed in a bit on the dam.


I like this picture of Andy looking over at the overlook.


Then we drove down to the river to see the dam up close.

Douglas Dam

This old turbine was near the dam.

Andy (my scale model) standing next to old turbine

This large billboard warns boaters not to get too close to the dam. That small boat had two fishermen in it.  They did not get any closer than that.  They would motor up to that point and then drift back downstream – quickly.


There were a few men fishing from shore.  The man in the foreground was standing on the rocks, not on the sidewalk at the very edge of the water.

Fishing Below Douglas Dam

Here is a closer look at the water flowing through the railings and over the sidewalk.


We drove through a beautiful campground with large RV sites right at the water’s edge.  I was driving and didn’t take any pictures. We crossed the river again and explored the TVA property on the other side.  There is another beautiful campground and a large boat ramp over there.

This point of land is normally under water.  The poles have water depth markings on them but, they are all high and dry.

Dry Water Gauges on Douglas Lake

Most of the buoys marking the shoal are also dry.


Farther around the point, we came to a beautiful terraced picnic area in a grove of trees. There were five or ten picnic tables, each with its own little plaza surrounded by a stone wall.  The landscaping was beautiful. We found a bench facing the lake and sat to admire the view for a while.


I was washing my hands in the ladies room when I noticed my halo in the dirty mirror.


And, this, ladies and gentlemen, is why one should never wear a live camera around the neck while going to the toilet!


Tow Dolly Tie Down Straps and Mellow Mushroom

I forgot to take pictures of our new surrounding yesterday. I was focused on getting some laundry done.  So, here is our motorhome Sao in our campsite at Tana-See RV park in Newport, Tennessee. We are very close to Interstate 40 but, already, I don’t notice the sound of traffic any longer.

b Sao in Newport TN
Sao in Newport, Tennessee

This is our view forward.

b View Forward

Our view starboard.

b View Starboard

And this is our view to port.

b View to Port

Our neighbor, Lee, in that bus to port told Andy we should take the tie-down straps off the dolly because they might get stolen.  Then Andy decided to go to the RV store to get a spare set. We needed to leave as soon as possible.  I should have known that he also had other plans.

We drove west on the interstate about 30 miles to Tennessee RV. While there, we also picked up a new water filter and a thing to hold the cell phone while we are on the road. It always gets lost. As soon as we got out of the car, Andy asked, “What are we going to do about lunch?”  I assumed he had spotted the Outback restaurant across the way and wanted to go there. Oh no, he meant he wanted to go to the Mellow Mushroom in Pigeon Forge. How could I have not picked up on that?

We ate our yummy pizza and then bought two Mellow Mushroom drink cups.  With them, we will get 99-cent refills until the end of the year. We’ll make out on that deal, for sure.

b Mellow Mushroom Mugs
Mellow Mushroom Drink Cups – Hippy Dippy

When we got back home, Lee suggested that the pin holding the dolly down flat, i.e., the ramps up off the ground, is another item likely to be stolen.  So Andy sat on the dolly and pulled the pin out for safe storage. The tow dolly is sitting behind the motorhome.

b Andy Sitting on his Dolly
Andy Sitting on his Dolly