I ate the package of NeKote cookies and drank a diet Coke, not a very good breakfast, but I was hungry and did not want to stop anywhere to eat
I arrived around 11:00AM at Joe Wheeler Lodge and State Park.
I parked near Joe Wheeler Lodge which was on a hill.
The parking below looked to be full so I had to walk down the hill to view the cars.
The cars that were in the British car show were parked in the shade near the bank of the Tennessee River.
The first row of cars was facing the Tennessee River so I walked along the sidewalk taking pictures. When the front row ended I walked back through the grass to view the second row of British cars.
I saw in the Tennessee River, tied up at the pier sailboats, cabin cruisers, & motorboats.
I think I got a picture of most of the cars on display.
When I finished taking pictures I walked back up the hill and drove to Wheeler Plantation.
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| Jaguar |
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| 1960 morgan |
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| 1951 Riley |
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| Tennessee River full of Sailboats |
I arrived around 12:00pm, at the entrance of the Wheeler Home was a Fire/Rescue Truck with its ladder extended with the words the City of Courtland.
I saw several motorcycle riders, men dressed as Confederate Soldiers, with 1st Battalion Mechanized Cavalry written on the back of their shirts. There were two black, one white, and two brown horses standing near the white fence near the house.
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| City of Courtland Fire-truck |
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| Horse and riders |
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| Motorcycle and riders |
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| Joe Wheeler Home at Pond Springs |
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| The Well-house |
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| The slave quarters |
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| Vendor selling food |
She told me a story about when she was in school and had to write a paper about the plantation.
Her teacher gave her a D because she said no one could go inside the plantation and look at the papers she did not know that her father knew the owner and had let her do her homework by reading the papers, the owner called the school and she got an A.
I walked to the cemetery and looked inside the well and a couple of the outside buildings.
My Next stop was going to be Spring Park in Tuscumbia. I traveled west on Highway 20 to 72 West, turning right onto South Woodmont Drive.
I parked near Cold Water Book Store, and I walked down the hill to Spring Park.
I walked around taking pictures of the creek, ducks, swans, geese, vendors, and the people that were in the park.
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| Swan, Ducks @Spring Park |
Amy Bluemel a Native American Story Teller told a story to the children that she had gathered around her.
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| Native Tribal Dancing Oka Kapassa |
He begged for rattles, well he finally received rattles and he frightened everyone he met until one day he tried to frighten a little girl.
She was frighted but she also stomped on the little snake rattles destroying them.
He went home crying and should have listened to his father.
Amy was still telling stories when I left.
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| Amy Bluemel a Native American Story Teller |
I walked through the park, past the waterfall wanting to put my feet into the water but I did not stop. I kept walking along the sidewalk up the hill to where I had parked.
I rode to Chick-fil-A in Muscle Shoals where I ordered a kids ' strip meal, which included two chicken strips, a fruit cup, tea, and ice cream.
At Chick-fil-A, I tried to upload my pictures to FB and Flickr but the internet was too slow.
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| Ice Cream with Fruit |
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| Chicken fingers |
If the stories fall silent, who will teach the children?
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