28 May 2022--Went biking on the River Walk here in Chattanooga, a really nice trail that snakes along the Tennessee River for 13 miles. We only did about 8 miles total, but it was quite enjoyable.
Right at the city's Aquarium is a marker commemorating the forced march/relocation of thousands of Native Americans--from the land they owned here and in Alabama, all the way to Oklahoma--now known as the Trail of Tears.
A mile or so further along the River Walk is the Art Museum and another very stately building where special exhibits are housed.
Check out this video. I stopped to capture up close a whole section along the trail just covered with Kudzu. Tennessee has miles and miles of trees and forests, and it seems like no one is doing anything about this out of control growth. I would think someone should be able to figure out a cure, short of goats, to save these forests before they are completely smothered with Kudzu.
Just a couple pics along the trail.
You might be wondering exactly what I'm doing on the ground here. Well, I'm re-enacting the scene of Jeannie's misfortune...lol So what happened? We were all riding along, minding our own business, sort of single file on the right side of the walkway, except for Jeannie who was on the left. A guy on a bicycle came in her direction, and instead of getting over to the right where we were, she went further left, off the sidewalk--where there was such a steep drop-off she couldn't touch down with her feet. Over she went with her bike, but because of the mulch she fell into, and as she was behind us, Cathy and I had no idea she went down. We could hear Caja sort of yelling Jeannie's name, but we are so used to that we weren't initially concerned--lol. At the same time that Caja's voice went up a few octaves, I guy walking towards us suddenly ran, with a look of alarm on his face, in Jeannie's direction, so that's when Cathy and I stopped our bikes and realized Jeannie was in a pretty precarious situation.
It's sort of hard to tell from the picture, but it is a very steep drop off to the river behind me, and Jeannie was actually further down than I am in the re-enactment. She was only stopped by the leg of the sign on the left. It took Caja and 2 men to return her to the safety of the sidewalk, and unbelievably she wasn't hurt at all. We were lucky to have both a small crane and Mobile Medical Unit right where Jeannie went down, but alas, they weren't needed.
So in honor of her toughness, this area that used to be called Ross's Landing, has now been re-named Jeannie's Landing!
Tomorrow is a down day and then Monday we will be heading out for Lexington, Kentucky for a couple days. There is a horse farm there that is a big tourist attraction, I guess, so we are going to check it out.