We had a quiet July 4th this year.....but, then, that's the way we like it. We can see the mountain called High Knob from our house and have been meaning to go there. And finally on the 4th, we did.
The lake area was largely deserted except for a father and daughter who were building this sand fort. Isn't it neat? We talked to them a bit, but didn't really look at what they were building until after they'd left. I wish so much I had taken a picture of the little girl with her fort so I could email it to her.
Tom and I first took a walk around the lake. It was a pretty rocky path, so we were watching our steps.....that's why these next few pictures are all of things on the ground.
I've really got to dig out my wildflower book as there are so many flowers down here that I don't recognize.
There were just a couple of these little orange mushrooms and the color really popped in the shadowy woods.
The lake is only four acres, so the walk around it took us just about an hour. Of course, we stopped to look at all kinds of things.
Look at these ferns - aren't they beautiful? By this time, we were getting pretty warm, so our next stop was the lake itself.
Yes, this is Tom, swimming in the High Knob lake, all by himself, on the Fourth of July. Where is everybody?! This was the question we asked ourselves before we got wet. After we got wet, we knew the answer.....the water was ice cold! We might try going back in August. Still, it was pretty neat to swim in a mountain lake all by ourselves.
Well, not entirely by ourselves really. There were dozens (probably hundreds) of these salamanders swimming right along with us. They liked the shallows, where it was warmer, maybe, and skittered out of our way as we walked through the water.
Tom has found a website to identify all of these aquatic critters. I don't think he's looked up this one yet.
I posted this picture really for my cousin, Kay Peters Stallard. It's a marker honoring the CCC unit that built the bathhouse below, and in memory of one man who died. This is something like what I'd like to see at the Peters cemetery in Peters Hollow where Fransisco Peters and his wife, Margaret Lane, and others are buried. It would have to be on a smaller scale as this is probably about four feet high. What do you think, Kay? Something along these lines?
This is part of the CCC project, built sometime during 1938-1942, according to the marker. It has changing rooms, toilets, and hot showers. And hardly anyone was there on July 4th. It was kind of sad really.
I know there are lots of old CCC buildings like this around, but I'm always glad to see them. It's not often that you can walk inside a piece of American history and look around.
The lake area was largely deserted except for a father and daughter who were building this sand fort. Isn't it neat? We talked to them a bit, but didn't really look at what they were building until after they'd left. I wish so much I had taken a picture of the little girl with her fort so I could email it to her.
Tom and I first took a walk around the lake. It was a pretty rocky path, so we were watching our steps.....that's why these next few pictures are all of things on the ground.
I've really got to dig out my wildflower book as there are so many flowers down here that I don't recognize.
There were just a couple of these little orange mushrooms and the color really popped in the shadowy woods.
The lake is only four acres, so the walk around it took us just about an hour. Of course, we stopped to look at all kinds of things.
Look at these ferns - aren't they beautiful? By this time, we were getting pretty warm, so our next stop was the lake itself.
Yes, this is Tom, swimming in the High Knob lake, all by himself, on the Fourth of July. Where is everybody?! This was the question we asked ourselves before we got wet. After we got wet, we knew the answer.....the water was ice cold! We might try going back in August. Still, it was pretty neat to swim in a mountain lake all by ourselves.
Well, not entirely by ourselves really. There were dozens (probably hundreds) of these salamanders swimming right along with us. They liked the shallows, where it was warmer, maybe, and skittered out of our way as we walked through the water.
Tom has found a website to identify all of these aquatic critters. I don't think he's looked up this one yet.
I posted this picture really for my cousin, Kay Peters Stallard. It's a marker honoring the CCC unit that built the bathhouse below, and in memory of one man who died. This is something like what I'd like to see at the Peters cemetery in Peters Hollow where Fransisco Peters and his wife, Margaret Lane, and others are buried. It would have to be on a smaller scale as this is probably about four feet high. What do you think, Kay? Something along these lines?
This is part of the CCC project, built sometime during 1938-1942, according to the marker. It has changing rooms, toilets, and hot showers. And hardly anyone was there on July 4th. It was kind of sad really.
I know there are lots of old CCC buildings like this around, but I'm always glad to see them. It's not often that you can walk inside a piece of American history and look around. 
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