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Yesterday was one of those days that I’ll look back upon happily for years to come.  It wasn’t anything particularly special, yet very special at the same time. It was the kind of day I enjoy. A day to fly by the seat of my pants. Nothing really laid out in stone.

I was fortunate enough to enjoy a leisurely dinner with a beautiful dear friend. It’s nice to catch up sometimes. Especially when you aren’t in a rush.  Being able to take the time to enjoy your meal and the lost art of conversation.  Soon it was time for my friend to head back to work. That meant it was time for me to head out.

I wasn’t sure where I would go or even where I would end up come nightfall. I was letting the spirit move me. Unfortunately it had been quite some time since I had practiced this magical art form.  I was a bit rusty. I couldn’t seem to get my mojo going.

I found myself being drawn westward. Perhaps it was that nagging desire to visit Ft. Pillow that continues to haunt me. I was prepared to spend a day or two on the road if need be. I had a few things on the bike to sustain me that long. Some beef jerky. A bottle of water. A tooth-brush. Some deodorant. A change of socks, drawers and T-shirt.  Hell, I was good to go.

Reaching Dover, I decided it was time for a break.  Not having any one destination calling to me, I decided to just work my way back towards home. I knew that winding little road that skirts the edge of lake Barkley would be shaded and cool.  That is what seemed right to me. That’s what I did.  Soon I found myself at a cross roads. One familiar to me. Although it dawned on me I had never taken the road leading north. North it was.

I stumbled across this little encampment. It was the sight of a re-enactment of a battle. I love finding these jewels. When you can see and touch sites such as this it helps put things into perspective.I believe that the soldiers of the War of Northern Aggression also drew deeply from luck as well as the Lord.  Taking this photograph had my skin tingling.I have no idea what these talons represent. Very interesting though.

One of the many things that I love about Tennessee is that you never know what sort of interesting and educational treats that you will find. So many important places and people of our country can be found in the greenest state in the land of the free.  Ride Safe,





  1. Wow….just wow. You amaze me with your creativity sometimes. Miss you …xo ~Muffy

    • Thanks Muffy. Sometimes I amaze myself. Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my post. I hope to have a couple more ready soon from my vacation excursions.

      Thanks again,

  2. Good story, thanks ol’ buddy!!

    • Thanks Love Buzzard!

      Ride safe,


  3. Ron you were close to our home in Big Sandy, love your story…B

    • Yes I was. Toyed with the idea of dropping by for the night. We are blessed with so much beautiful countryside here in Tennessee.

      Thanks for taking the time to read and post,


  4. Such a neat looking place. You find the best places! Check with a friend of mine who is history teacher and a tour guide at Rippavilla and he said the talons were used as a symbol of good luck probably like the horseshoe that was over another door. Loved the pics!

    • Miss Pam,

      Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my posts. Especially for finding information on the talons. I figured they were a sigh of power or good luck.


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