It was a weekend of free admission to parks and museums around Tennessee, USA this past weekend, and I took a bit of advantage to wander through the Crockett Tavern, a reconstruction, from bits and pieces of the 1790s, of the home of Davy Crockett, where his parents lived. As I grew up in a colonial home of that era, I have had my hand of a lot of the things now in this museum, but that only made it more exciting. I wish every boy could go there.
But a big thrill was a visit to Fort Loudon, built by the South Carolina Militia for the British Army in 1756, to help their Cherokee allies defend the center of their nation from attacks by the French. It is a tragic story, but I found even more personal connections, such as that it was based on a treatise on building forts on the frontier by one of my ancestors, a recent German immigrant, a civil engineer, and former Prussian Army officer.
After almost 200 years, the fort is being restored, and I hope more people go out of their way to see it. It was a rainy day, and I was the only one there for two hours. Not a car, not a sound, sign of a power or phone line, only one boat. The river off this point is now under a small reservoir.
Here is a photo from the gate, of the staff headquarters, and another to the south, looking to the mountains of North Carolina, 5,000 to 6,600 feet.