Traveling Tourists at Traps

We spent a lot of the day touring around Lookout Mountain, Georgia. It is the home of Rock City, and Ruby Falls...tourist traps...of the highest order.

I had to return for personal reasons. You see...53 years ago...when I was 11...our family visited Rock City. We toured the various rock formations, and ended up in the gift shop. There, I begged and begged my Dad for a pocket knife. He said I wasn't ready for one, and I argued that I was. I won, and I was the VERY proud owner of my first knife. The problem?

Before we even got to our car in the parking lot...I had sliced my finger open. Blood all over my clothes, and me trying to cover it up. The cover-up didn't work. My Dad saw the evidence, and my first knife was taken away. ;0(

Today, in the gift shop at the end of the hike...I bought another knife...this time with my name on it. SO THERE...DAD!

We also hit a cave system where the payoff at the end was a medium-sized waterfall.

We drove a few more miles before ending up in Georgetown, Kentucky. We are 359 miles away from home.

To finish up the knife story, my Dad finally thought it was safe enough to give me back the knife on my 40th birthday. (Not really.)