Earlier this past September my husband and I spent 10 days at our daughter and son-in-law's house in Tennessee while they attended a conference in Boston. We stayed with the grandchildren. It was fun being with them. The two oldest 7 and 5 years old went to school but the youngest, 3 years old, stayed with us during the day. The youngest baby, 1 1/2 years old, had gone to Boston with her parents. My husband had a great time listening to his little grandson's tales. Below are the two au-pair yound ladies wearing Boston tee-shirts. On the left is the au-pair from China and on the right the French au-pair from New Caledonia. All the grandchildren are learning Chinese, and can already speak a little.
Coming back from our earlier visit to Tennessee in mid-August, I drove on little country roads along the freeway and we went in a bakery which I showed on my post
Local Food in Appalachian Hills of August 18, 2014 - click
here if you have not seen it. This time I drove down the freeway from Nashville and just before Chattanooga took my usual detour via the Chattahoochee National Forest. There were many signs advertizing a county fair. Since it was still early on Sunday, we decided to have a look at the fair. It seems we drove a long way before arriving there. Below, top map, shows the route from Brentwood, below Nashville, to my usual turn before Chattanooga. The bottom map shows, in blue, the route to the fair and in maroon the route I usually use to get back to the I-75 freeway; so it was a big detour. (click on collage to enlarge.)
Since we came back home I have done a bit of reading about Walker County and Mountain Cove Farms, the location for this fair, the first one ever.
Walker County, Georgia, borders the state of Tennessee. It was created from land seized from the native Cherokee Indians and divided, in 1832, among white settlers through a land lottery. The Cherokees were herded away on the infamous Trail of Tears. (I wrote about this in my post of July 26, 2009 "
Staying at the Cherokee Indian Reservation" click
here to see it.) In 1836, the county seat town was named Lafayette, in honor of the French Marquis. One major tourist attraction in this county is Chickamauga Battlefield National Park, the oldest and largest military park in the US. We visited the park a couple of years ago and I still have to write a post on it. In 1863, during the Civil War, 34,000 Union and Confederate soldiers died in the Battle of Chickamauga - it is considered the second bloodiest of the war. The back roads that took us to the fair were curvy, narrow and very picturesque. We were in a valley with mountains on both sides - Lookout Mountain, on the Tennessee side and Pigeon Mountain on the Georgia side. I wished to stop many times to take pictures but with the narrow roads it was not easy. There was an abundance of green color - no hint of fall coming yet.
The valley is called McLemore Cove after Robert and John McLemore, who were the sons of a Cherokee mother and a white trader. In 1994 the cove was listed in the National Register of Historic Places for periods of significance dating from 1825 to 1949. It did serve also as a temporary encampment for 15,000 Union troops during the Civil War. It is one of the most intact rural landscape in Georgia, and at 50,141 acres, the largest historic district in the state. It felt like driving in another era as there were very few new buildings but mostly historic houses, barns, clapboard churches, shady country lanes, rolling pastures, lush forested slopes, ancient red cedar trees and cattle grazing behind barbed wire fences. The fair was held at the historic Mountain Cove Farms.
In mid-2000 the McLemore Cove property, including the historic farm and its land were going to be sold to developers and subdivided, but in 2008 the Walker County Commissioner persuaded the State of Georgia to partner with the county and the Robert W. Woodruff Foundation (early president of Coca-Cola) to acquire the farm and land to protect it. Walker County has made extensive renovations to the main house, barns, and the 1947 workers' cabins (which can be rented.) There is also a country store, a restaurant and the Manor House for special events. We drove by these when we left the fair but did not stop - we will have to return another time.
We parked our vehicle then took a small minibus to the fair floor. There, a small carnival with rides was set up near the road. But we did not stop and took a ride up a steep hill to the fair. A pick-up with a trailer filled with bales of hay provided the ride. You can see the minibus on the top left hand picture below.
From the top of this hill the vista around us was very pastoral - so peaceful and rustic.
The pick-up transportation went further to another building on the farm where some of the animals had been judged earlier. We stayed by the big show barn and I took pictures of the valley below.
This large white barn is called the "Show Barn" because between 1947 and 1967, stock shows took place there. Cattle ranchers competed for blue ribbons for their Hereford cattle. On Labor Day weekends it was the site of the annual Southeastern Rodeo.
Now, prize winning vegetables were shown inside the show barn, as well as baked goods and quilts.
An apiarist (beekeeper) had an exhibit showing how honey is collected. He also gave free samples of his honey.
Maggie, the Mayfield cow, was guarding the grounds outside the barn. If Mayfield had been giving free ice-cream samples, I did not see them - must have been earlier in the fair.
After looking at Maggie, the fiberglass bovine, we walked toward a flesh and blood one. This was a 5 years old prize winning Texas Longhorn cow. It weighed 1750 lbs (784 ks) and its horns extended to 7 feet wide (2 m 134.) Its owner let little children sit on the cow for picture taking. Behind, in a pen, was another beautiful Longhorn.
Another pen had a pretty alpaca - a domesticated species of
camelid (such as camels and llamas.) Its owner, Susan B. Darling of the "Little Darlings Alpacas" ranch also showed some knitted items made with the alpaca wool.
Alpacas have been domesticated for thousands of years and originate from the Andes Mountain Range of South America. Alpacas are warm, clean and fuzzy little animals. They come in 22 natural colors and their soft wool is easily died into lovely colors. If I had more land - and stayed home - I certainly would obtain one or two alpacas as pets.
Then we walked around, looking at all the exhibits and booths. Even though I still have so much homemade jam, I could not resist one type I did not make this year - pear.
Music was in the air - so we walked toward it. It was the Dennis Brown and Dr. Ted Scoggins Band. Dr. Scoggins is a family doctor in nearby Lafayette. For a while it looked as it might rain but the clouds passed us by. The local television station was filming the band as well.
We left the fair and drove up and down the mountain and winding roads before being back on the valley floor again. The landscape was certainly bucolic and tranquil - no cars behind or ahead of us.
At the end of a road shaded by old trees we came to a large open space, with a lake in the background. A wood sign announced that this was the Crockford-Pigeon Mountain Wildlife Management Area. The late Jack Crockford was a friend and colleague at work of my husband. This area is not visited very much. It has miles of hiking trails, waterfalls, fishing, horseback riding, rock climbing and many caves.
We then drove by some cows peacefully grazing in a field covered with yellow wildflowers. Luckily there was on old church across the field, so I briefly parked there to take photos. The church, Mt. Olive, was established in 1887.
I photographed the cows who did not mind me at all. I could have stayed there a long time, but we had to drive back home.
We stopped on the way in a small country barbecue restaurant and shared a small meal (ribs, fried sweet potatoes and okras, peach cobbler,) and enjoyed reading the signs on the wall.
The next morning we saw that our potted plants had not suffered during our absence. They looked very healthy. A purple flowered plant had grown tremendously. We bought it as a tiny green plant, without a tag. Now the flowers are lovely, but we do not know what type of plant it is. Anyone knows?