The citizens of Cades Cove, TN certainly gave it a try. And though the citizens are long gone, their abandoned but not forgotten pioneer town remains as a must-see attraction deep in the
Because nobody famous was borned under these humble timbers, the cabins and farms remain essentially unchanged since their owners moved on or met their ancestral kin on God’s
The King of the Wild Frontier was borned here, though not in this cabin exactly, though exactly on this spot or hereabouts. The original cabin itself is long gone, but a re-created cabin and the legacy remain.
Inspired by these heroes of the backwoods, we struck out for the frontier (of our imaginations, at least) and hugged the backwoods border of northern
Finding no unclaimed lands, just outside of
By far, the best farm we saw was called Sinking Spring Farm. It’s not for sale and it is doubtful that it ever will be again, seeing that it’s the birthplace of an ambitious lawyer “from”
As every school kid in
We mounted the 56 steps while marveling at its 16 windows, then pulled upon the heavy bronze doors and stepped into the cool conditioned air.
We should have known. It’s a bit strange, this log-cabin box within a box, but Diane, a die-hard and unabashed
To celebrate, we continued northward, for the
These days, this respected establishment serves bourbon in cheap plastic cups while terrible hair-metal cover bands foul the air (we know; we imbibed in the former and suffered through the latter). But in times past, Jessie James shot holes in the ceiling. John Fitch, inventor of the steamboat, splashed away a fortune into its thunderjugs. Stephen Foster purportedly penned “My Old Kentucky Home” while passing through (recall, the lyrics refer to a “little cabin”). And Abe Lincoln slept here as a boy while his father lost a legal dispute over his nearby farm. It was at that farm that
Sleeping away the mornings…
… and giggling through munchy meals in the groovy dining room (yes, the wallpaper is period-correct).