Monday, October 23, 2006


Took a little motorcycle ride to the Natches Trace which runs from Natches, Mississippi to just South of Nashville, Tennessee. The Trace, as it is affectionately called, is an old indian path used by indians in the late seventeen hundreds. Later, it was used to transport trade goods across country from South to North. During the Creek Indian War, General Andrew Jackson traversed the trace with units of his army. And even Davy Crockett used the trace while in the employ of General Jackson during the war. But the Trace is most remembered for the place where Merriweather Lewis, of Lewis and Clark fame, met his death. He was found in a cabin with a bullet wound to the head. It was considered a suicide. His body lies under a memorial on the spot of his death. Those were the days when men were men and women were women. Pioneer people and frontiersmen crafted from the fabric of the earth and confronted by the perils of the wilderness. We, Janet and I, however, were thwarted by cold weather and threat of rain. Our ride South ended at the Lewis memorial on the Trace. We headed home from there. A cold ride it was.