It dawned on me that our travels take us through and across our large backyard. Like our home yard we can take that for granted. Having had this profound thought I want to embark on a series of articles reflecting the various "backyards" we encounter along the trails.
First of these was explored the weekend of April 8-9. Our habit is to reside at the Canal Campground at Grand Rivers for several weeks during this Spring time it seemed we should continue our exploration of the history of this area. Now, obscure history seems to find me even when I am hiding. Pulled by unknown and possible mystic forces, I propelled my self and loving wife to explore Mantle Rock.
After traversing the down the ridge to discover a gently flowing creek we were directed off the Trail of Tears as it crosses private property. The marked trail leads you along the creek. It is easy to imagine the exhausted Cherokee kneeling for water, filling gourds, skins and possibly a quick meal.