That is the tagline used on the literature for Montgomery Bell State Park near Nashville. Fall has almost expired here but there is still lots of beautiful color. The campground is about half full but they will be at capacity this weekend for Halloween festivities. A very pretty, clear as a bell, stream runs along the edge and the sites are nice, wide and level. AND the showers have two hooks.
The rain gave up reluctantly yesterday and was unable to dampen any outside activity, with even a few shy appearances of the sun. We drove to the site of the birthplace of the Cumberland Presbyter in the early 1800s. A sweet little chapel was built there in the 1960s to commemorate the event. Another drive and a hike took us to the spillway on Lake Woodhaven. It is similar to the one at Beed's Lake, although not as high and steep, but very pretty.
There are several hiking trails near the campground that we might try and mountain bike trails that we probably won't. We finished the evening with grilled steaks, sweet potatoes and sauteed spinach with garlic, plus an excellent campfire.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.