The "Trace", as it is called by those familiar with it *two thumbs pointing to moi*, is a paved road with NO ADVERTISEMENTS ALLOWED. NO BILLBOARDS. You don't realize how much visual noise you are used to seeing (especially in the Southern States), until you don't see ANY; then it is like, "Oh My Stars!" (You like that Southern saying I just threw in there?)
Also, NO COMMERCIAL VEHICLES are allowed to travel on The Trace. So basically, you will see cars, personal trucks, motorcycles (lots and LOTS of motorcycles), mobile homes and trailers, and lots and lots of bicycles.
Oh, and wild turkeys. Or "chuck-a-lucks" as they are called here.
First I should explain what the Trace is. Better yet, read the sign.
From so many people walking this pathway, the trail sunk down. Thus the name of this particular area.
Just to give you a perspective of how deep this pathway is, here is a picture of my husband (you remember him from the letter, "J", don't cha?) walking the path.
Click here to view a map of the Trace. The map includes the mile markers and the various sites to see. Like this gorgeous Cypress Swamp, for example.
Or this mound that was left that was part of a huge plaza that held ceremonies and led to an Indian temple.
This is typical of what the road looked like in many parts.
It was not unusual for us to come across gravestones while we were stopped to looked at a different item listed on the map.
The scenery was beautiful.
We crossed two spectacular bridges on the Trace.
|John Coffee Memorial Bridge|
|Double Arch Bridge|