After an overnight in Columbia, Tenn., and heavy rain all night, the weather broke and I decided to head south on the Trace. It was an overcast day, but just as enjoyable.

South from Columbia, the Trace continues to meander over the rolling hills of southern Tennessee. The history continues to be amazing, with frequent spots where visitors can see the actual trail, markers for historic sites in a few Indian mounds, ancient burial spots.

The trees in the adjacent forests are mostly bare… even more than usual. I stopped at a visitor center off the trace, in a very small town (I’ll get back to you on the name), and she said the trees were even more bare than usual this year. It seems that while the leaves die off in the fall, lots of them don’t usually fall off. So, my winter view through the trees is unusual, according to her. And we’ll have more from her later… wish I’d written down her name.

There was a little rain here and there, but not enough to mess things up. The wind did kick up whitecaps on the Tennessee River, which at Colberts Crossing is a half-mile wide. It seems one Mr. Colbert ran a ferry across here two centuries ago.

By the time I got into Tupolo, the snow was getting a bit heavier and I found a hotel for the night. That was around 4. By the time I went to dinner the snow was coming down harder and as I write this, about 8 p.m., the snow is starting to stick a little.

Folks say they don’t get much snow… in fact they don’t get any snow here. The ground is warm, though, and it doesn’t look like it will stick.

Still, I’ll call the Trace visitors center in the morning to see if the road is open and how it is before leaving. The lady at the other visitors center (again, I’ll get back to you on the name) told me the story of how she and her husband were slammed by a skidding van once on the Trace during a snowstorm. The van slid into them on the icy road. They were OK, but because cell phone service is iffy and the only patrols are the park rangers or other drivers, they had to wait for hours for help.

If I have to stay in Tupolo for two nights, well, it could be worse. Stay tuned.


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