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 at Joe Wheeler Lodge and State Park around 11:00 A.M.
I parked near Joe Wheeler Lodge, which was on a hill.
The parking lot below looked full, so I had to walk down the hill to view the cars.
The cars at the British car show were parked in the shade near the bank of the Tennessee River.
The first row of cars faced 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 sailboats, cabin cruisers, and motorboats tied up at the pier on the Tennessee River.
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 12:00 P.M. at the entrance to the Wheeler Home. A Fire/Rescue Truck with its ladder extended displayed the words "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 to 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, looked into 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 Highway 72 West, then turned 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 who were in the park.
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| Swan, Ducks @Spring Park |
Amy Bluemel, a Native American storyteller, told a story to the children who had gathered around her.
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| Native Tribal Dancing Oka Kapassa |
He begged for rattles; finally, he received them, and he frightened everyone he met until one day he tried to scare a little girl.
She was frightened, 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 kid's strip meal: 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 |
