Occasionally, backroads will garnish one's delight with a special treat - a history lesson on this particular day, or rather a history mystery. Over the weekend H-Man Slim and Doc spent three sunrise-to-sunset days on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee crossing a small corner of Alabama and three ridge-and-valley counties in northwest Georgia. From Lafayette to Summerville.
Doc can always count on Slim's bravura path finding skills showcased by noon the first day as he managed the maps, sniffed the trail, and guided our expedition into the Grundy State Forest Natural Area. Fully appointed with edgy Fall colors, shallow cliffs, sedentary rocks, and a small drought plagued stream called Little Fiery Gizzard Creek. "What's in a name," we asked the burly trees. "Why Fiery Gizzard," we beseeched the turning leaves. A fisherman casually wandered into this eddy and charitably posed three possibilities.
One: Davy Crockett killed and cooked a turkey one day. He plopped the overcooked, superheated gizzard into his mouth and promptly spit the searing ember into the creek.
Two: An Indian chief, expressing his loathing for the settlers, hurled a flaming turkey gizzard in to the creek.
Three: When the coke ovens operated here workers would remark that the smoking night fires looked like a… (you know what).
To this, Doc added - Four: None of the above.
© d071102-000 Mystery Creek
Grundy State Forest Natural Area
Grundy County, Tennessee
Friday 2 November 2007