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The female statue, which I can partially see from the windows in my room,
is a memorial to journalist Juliet Strauss who was instrumental in getting
Turkey Run established as a state park. A memorial to Richard Lieber,
another key figure in the park's history, is just past a log church that
sits a short distance up a gently sloping trail. Even though the trail
itself is officially classified as "easy", signs warn -- quite
accurately -- of "dangerous cliffs" nearby.
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I next set out on a "moderate/rugged" trail but followed it only
as far as the suspension bridge and think I turned off ahead of the
"rugged" part. Across the bridge, I picked up another
"moderate" trail that initially followed the river bank but
eventually turned away and headed higher. I took the fourth picture after
I'd decided I had enough and had already descended a bit. Wooden steps,
which I had climbed up, were waiting for me to climb down them at the end
of the graveled slope. I was, after recrossing the bridge and walking the
remaining half-mile plus back to the inn, moderately tired.
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Though not extraordinary, the buffet was quite good. Ham, chicken, roast
pork, and so on. I believe all three seatings were sold out or nearly so.
Somehow a buffet in a rustic state park inn seems entirely wholesome when
compared to feeding the family via the McDonald's drive-through.
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The absolutely full moon occurred here a little after 6:00 AM today but it
was hidden by clouds. The best I can do is an almost full (99.6%, waning
gibbous) moon from tonight.
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The Frost of Christmas Past: Facebook has recently taken to
dredging up posts from our pasts and reminding us of them. They're
sometimes worth a chuckle or even a moment's reflection but seldom more.
Today was an exception. This morning I was reminded of a photo that I not
only shared (again) on Facebook but which I'm sharing (again) here. I
remember taking the picture on Christmas morning in 2010 aboard the Delta
Queen as she served as a stationary hotel in Chattanooga, Tennessee. For
the first time in forty-one years, snow was falling on Christmas Day in
Chattanooga. The lone table in the undisturbed snow caught my eye as soon
as I stepped around the corner. The converging and continuing straight
lines that make this photo one of my favorites revealed themselves more
slowly. The only hints of Christmas are the tiny stockings hanging on the
cabin doors but somehow that seems right, too. I invite everyone to
revisit that rare snowy Chattanooga Christmas from
five years ago.
Today's background contains the Christmas tree in the Turkey Run Inn's
main lobby. It's also the tree shown in yesterday's last photo. A link to
a musical video appeared in my news feed yesterday. I was already
considering using it for this year's recommended soundtrack and when
Facebook's memory jogger showed up this morning I knew there was no other
choice. It's a DELTA QUEEN Christmas!
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