As time allows, I’ve been doing some exploring around my new home state. Not too long ago I took an afternoon road trip on what I thought was the Natchez Trace. Turns out it was just Old Highway 61, but I didn’t find that out until later.
Anyway, I came upon this cute little old church up amongst the trees and decided to check it out up close and personal.
Much to my excitement, the door was open. So, of course, I went in.
I imagined what life would be like as a preacher.
In the yard was this graveyard, just beckoning to be explored.
So many babies died.
After exploring the church and adjoining graveyard, I found this curious path admidst the Spanish Moss:
It seems I had stumbled upon what had once been the rip roaring community of Rocky Springs.
I continued along the path until I got to this little bridge, which did not look safe to cross.
Yes, I crossed it anyway and found what remains of Rocky Springs.
So there you have it, my afternoon walk in the woods, found by mistake while innocently thinking I was traveling the famous Natchez Trace.
How about you dear readers, what unexpected adventures have you encountered in your leisure time? Any surprises uncovered on an afternoon road trip? Inquiring minds want to know.
Word of the Day: Casuistry
Fun fact about me: I love exploring in the woods.
Original post by Jansen Schmidt, September 2015. Original photos by P. Rickrode.
Your wanderings remind me of a horror movie, kinda creepy. No! Don’t go into that church! Don’t go down that road! You could write a story about the missing Rocky Springs population. 🙂 My latest, greatest leisure time adventure was weeding and discovering a yellow jacket nest. One got stuck in my hair and my friend’s 12-year-old son who was helping me was stung three times. I decided the weeds look just fine where they are for now. Have a great week!
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There just might be an appearance of Rocky Springs in a romance novel somewhere down the road. One never knows.
You’re not one for adventure huh? Think of the things you’re missing.
Discovering a hornet’s den is not the kind of excitement I had in mind either. Stay safe out there amongst the weeds. I hope your friend’s son wasn’t allergic. Yikes.
Have a great week.
Patricia
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An intriguing adventure … and, pray tell, what happened to Rocky Springs? There’s a story waiting to be told … I can feel it!
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Well, Patricia, it seems as though yellow fever wiped out quite a bit of the population. As other towns developed Rocky Springs slowly faded, especially with the onset of war and so forth. It was literally right smack dab in the middle of Grant’s march in 1864. I imagine whomever was left at that time, fled.
So much history in this part of the country.
Thanks for stopping by.
Patricia
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I LOVE stuff like this! And yes, I wondered what happened to the town, so glad you answered it above. This is the kind of thing I love putting in my books–fascinating, but not so well-known history.
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It was kind of fun poking around in the woods. I think my husband contracted poison ivy, but it was still fun. I love to make up stories about who lived there and what they did. Sort of like little mini books in my head.
Thanks for stopping by. Have a great week.
Patricia
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We really enjoyed this posting!!!! You should write about this!!!! Debbi and John
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I did write about this, sillies. I know what you mean though and I just might put this little adventure into a book some day. One never knows. Stay tuned.
Thanks for visiting and exploring with me. So good to see you.
Patricia
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I wish I’d been on the walk with you!
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Me too.
Patricia
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