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The Covington-Cincinnati Suspension Bridge was only about fifty years old
when the Dixie Highway first crossed the river on it. I intended to leave
Cincinnati on the bridge, renamed to John A. Roebling Bridge in 1983, but
my way was blocked. Even though the 99th Thanksgiving Day Run & Walk
wouldn't actually cross the bridge, road blocks on one-way streets made
it impossible to drive across the bridge from the north. I reached the
northern end of the bridge by crossing on another bridge then driving
north.
I've since learned that a record 11520 people finished the 10K race; The
sixth oldest in the country. The first event was in 1908 but no races were
held in 1918 (World War I) and 1936 (management issues).
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I believe the Dixie may have originally ran along Greenup Street but that
is now one-way north so I started out on Scott Street then soon turned
onto Pike Street. A young clean-shaven Lincoln stands at the corner of
Scott and 5th. Painter and Covington native
Frank Duveneck stands along Pike. I don't want
to belittle Mr. Duveneck but I was actually more interested in the marker
standing beside him. It tells of a Dixie Highway predecessor, the
Covington & Lexington Turnpike.
I didn't realize that the Anchor Grill, where I've enjoyed breakfast
several times, was on the Dixie. I understand the long lived eatery can be
a most interesting spot in the wee hours. The 1925 Water Company building
is on the south side of the road as it winds up hill on the way out of
Covington.
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Both the "tin tepee" and the old gas station are places Chris
and I stopped at in
2001. The station
has been spruced up a bit and looks to be home to a gift shop sort of
place. The tepee is a bit south of Williamstown. The Shell station is
south of Corinth.
The pictures in between are from a goof but it was a good goof. When I
plot a route, I try to include older alignments that I know of or spot on
the map. That's what I thought I was driving when my GPS sent me down
Blanchet Road. But the name didn't sound familiar and I later figured out
that the GPS had simply guided me along a shorter path that I hadn't been
clever enough to avoid. I had seen a couple of high narrow viaducts
crossing over the railroad tracks and actually welcomed the chance to
cross one. Maybe I didn't question the "turn left" instruction
very closely. There's a closer look here.
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I really liked the tastefully decorated courthouse in Richmond and thought
the row of old buildings looked good, too. The hotel at the far right of
that row is now apartments.
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I plotted most of this section using information from the
Dixie
Highway section of Robert V. Droz's wonderful site (Thanks again,
Robert.) but this bit came from a
waymarking site. During the time that Scaffold Cane Road
carried the Dixie, some efficient folks placed this combination milestone,
road sign, and county line marker beside it. Hidden by the grass in my
picture is the mileage to Richmond (8 1/2) and Mount Vernon (14).
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I spotted the murals as soon as I entered the little town of Livingston
then came back for pictures after seeing the unique memorial park a bit
further on. The eagle topped monument remembers PFC
David Smith who was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor during
the Korean War.
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The Wilderness Road appears in one of those murals in Livingston and I had
planned to follow a section of it I had spotted on a map. However, when I
saw that it was gravel, I decided that wouldn't be prudent and drove on
by. The Road is also mentioned on the other side
of this Skaggs Trace sign. At Hazel Patch, I turned off of the Dixie just
far enough to see the other end of the section I had opted to bypass.
That's it at the left of the second picture and I feel pretty sure it
wouldn't have been a problem.
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I reached Tennessee and again drove the section of US-25 I was first on two
years ago. It's still a great drive and there is still a shortage of photo
taking locations. The light was going fast as I reached Powell and the few
independent motels I had seen were not too inviting. I headed toward the
expressway and a chain motel. After checking into an OK Knight's Inn, I
went looking for food. I had seen an open Waffle House earlier and kind of
thought that would be the source of my Thanksgiving feast. But I was
pleasantly surprised to find an open -- and very busy -- Crackerbarrel.
The special was, of course, turkey & dressing and I ate my first
"traditional" Thanksgiving meal in four years.
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