On the way home from our little jaunt we stopped at the world famous, Rock City!
Now interestingly enough, I was born two hours north of here-and in my youth my family never took me here-not once.
So now, some 40+ years later, I finally stopped to see what the barn signs are all about.
The first thing that shocked me more than a little was the admittance fee-$17.95-a little steep if you ask me for walking on a rock trail.
But hey-it’s only money right? So in we went:
Surprise, surprise-the trail starts and ends at the gift shop. But then it got better:
As luck would have it-they were having an Octoberfest ( which they called Rocktoberfest) right across from this. I had an hour an a half drive to make so, sigh, no beer for me!
But we did have a Bratwurst then continued following the trail across the swinging bridge.
Till you came to the point where you could see seven states:
Personally-I think that is a bit of stretch-the idea that you can see Virginia and Kentucky is a little bit hard. Georgia, NC, Tennessee, and S.C, I might buy.
After a good while gazing around we started the trek back.
So do what the sign says and go here to see all the pictures!