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Trenton, Georgia

Posted by graywacke on April 29, 2017

First timer?  In this formerly once-a-day blog (and now pretty much a once-every-four-or-five days blog), I use an app that provides a random latitude and longitude that puts me somewhere in the continental United States (the lower 48).  I call this “landing.”

I keep track of the watersheds I land in, as well as the town or towns I land near.  I do some internet research to hopefully find something of interest about my landing location. 

To find out more about A Landing A Day (like who “Dan” is) please see “About Landing” above.  To check out some recent changes in how I do things, check out “About Landing (Revisited).”

Landing number 2341; A Landing A Day blog post number 772.

Dan:  Today’s lat/long 34o 54.351’N, 85o 27.925’W) puts me in far NW Georgia:

And my local landing map, showing why Trenton made titular status:

I’ll zoom out a little to show you a slighty-more-regional shot:

OK!  So Chattanooga TN is the nearby big city.

I have a straightforward watershed analysis:

You can see that I landed in the Lookout Creek watershed, on to the Tennessee River (33rd hit).  You’ll have to trust me here, but the Tennessee meanders its way through Alabama, Tennessee & Kentucky before discharging into the Ohio (143rd hit); and to the MM (911th hit).

I’m going to be hanging out a lot on Google Earth (GE), so let’s get started by clicking HERE to get a good look at NW Georgia.

Check back up at my very local landing map.  See the road that runs right next to my landing?  Guess what?  It has GE Street View coverage (although landings in the woods are less-than-thrilling . . . )

I moved the Orange Dude (OD) down the road a little so we can look up a driveway (as opposed to looking straight at the woods).  And here’s what the OD sees:

So, I landed in a tight little valley that slopes south-southeast and is home to a little rivulet that juts east when it hits the flats, and heads over to Lookout Creek.  Let’s have the OD take a look at this “unnamed tributary:”

And here’s what he sees:

While he was there, the OD (who sometimes has a mind of his own), turned around and looked north:

He probably heard the women talking . . .  (and that’s my landing valley in the left background).

I was so taken with the two women – one walking her dog and, for reasons we’ll never know, one woman carrying her dog – that I prepared a little screen shot video.  Click HERE.  Please.

Let me put back up the local GE map:

This time, I’ve highlighted a side road apparently lined with little buildings of some sort.  By the way, the women and their dogs were right at the point where they could have turned right to visit these little buildings.  Let’s take a closer look (and bring along the OD for good measure):

Here’s what he sees:

Hmmm.  Cottages, very little cottages, that look rather new.  The Street View coverage dead ends just a little further north:

Check out what the OD sees now:

Wow!  There’s a lot to talk about.  I’ll go from right to left.

So, to the right, is that a woman with a white dog?  Same woman?  Same white dog?  I thought so at first, but she’s dressed differently.  And maybe the white blob isn’t a dog.  And wouldn’t the GoogleMobile visit this little side road at the same time as visiting the main road?  Whatever . . .

Moving to the center, there’s an airplane, right?  And then behind it, there appears to be another aircraft.  Being towed?  But the trailing aircraft looks like a hang glider, which wouldn’t be towed by an airplane!  What’s going on?

Well, I had the OD take a closer look around, and just up the dirt road in front of the little cottages, I saw this:

A hang glider!  Hmmmm.  So the trailing aircraft is a hang glider.  Well, there’s a big mountain right across the valley.  Could hang gliders take off from the top and make their way down to this field?  Although I’m still a little confused as to why there’s an airplane sharing airspace with a hang glider. . .

Anyway, I figured I’d drag the OD up on top of the mountain:

And you’ll never guess what he sees:

And I circled a hang glider way above the mountain!  Think there are some updrafts?  I went looking for some GE Panoramio shots, and found this, by Flyboy_69:

That hang glider just took off, with the pilot running down that very steep ramp.    And guess where he’s going to land?  Maybe he’ll be staying in one of those little cottages!

See the sign?  Lookout Mountain Hang Gliding.  Here’s a screen shot of their website:

Looky there!  Little cottages!

To get a feel for the topography, here’s an oblique GE shot looking north:

And while I was at it, I produced another little screen shot video, trying to give you a slight feel for the hang glider pilot’s perspective.  OK.  He took off, caught an updraft, did a 180, headed east over the mountain, and then circled back towards where he took off.  As he flies over the precipice, he sees this peculiar yellow push-pin, and zooms down for a closer look.  You gotta check this out by clicking HERE.

The Lookout Mountain Hang Gliding website a video showing take-offs & landings:

And – if you watched the whole thing – did you notice?  There was an ultra-light airplane in the video that is likely what we saw in that end-of-the-road Street View shot much earlier.

Geez.  I guess I need a quick look at Trenton.  From a Georgia State website about Georgia cities:

Settlers first came to Trenton, the county seat of Dade County, in the 1830s. Incorporated on February 18, 1854, the city’s name recognizes the industrial engineers from Trenton, NJ who came to the area in search of coal and iron.

Trenton NJ is just down the road from where I live; although I’m tempted to pay a visit, I decided to stay in Georgia.


The noted Southern humorist George Washington Harris (1814–1869) is buried in the Brock Cemetery in Trenton. Although he was considered one of the seminal writers of Southern humor and greatly influenced the literary works of Mark Twain and William Faulkner (among others), his grave was not officially identified and marked with a monument until 2008.

From the University of Virginia:

Harris’ great achievement was his creation of Sut Lovingood, “a nat’ral born durn’d fool.” Sut is one of the cruelest characters encountered in Southern humor. He grossly exaggerates the qualities of conniving, cruelty, brutish behavior and coarse speech–the qualities that enable men to survive the harsh life of the frontier.

In turn, respectability, kindness, and brotherhood are characteristics for derision as they constitute the personalities of the weak.

Sut furnishes the reader with a self description which should give a fair idea of the qualities this character possessed:

“Every critter what has ever seed me, if they has sense enough to hide from a coming calamity…jist knows five great facts in my case…Firstly, that I hain’t got nary a soul, nothing but a whisky-proof gizzard…Secondly, that I’s too durned a fool to come under military law. Thirdly, that I has the longest pair of legs ever hung to any carcus, excepting only of a grandaddy spider…Fourthly, that I can chamber more corkscrew, kill-devil whisky, and stay on end, than anything excepting only a broad-bottomed churn. Fivety, and lastly, kin get into more durned misfortunate skeery scrapes, than anybody, and then run outen them faster, by golly, nor anybody.”

I read some other Sut passages, and the one above is one of the easier to get through.  Someone suggested that Harris’ work needs to be read out loud, because when silently reading, it’s harder to translate the heavily-accented dialect.

Anyway, back to Wiki:

As the rift between the North and South widened in the years leading up the Civil War, Harris, an ardent Democrat and secessionist, moved to Nashville, and began writing political satires in support of the South.

In early 1862, Harris fled Nashville ahead of invading Union forces, and spent the remainder of the war evading the Union Army.

Following the success of Sut Lovingood Yarns, Harris made plans to publish a new collection of stories entitled High Times and Hard Times. In late November 1869, he traveled from his new home in Alabama to Lynchburg, Virginia, to show his manuscript to a prospective publisher.

On December 11, while riding the train back to Alabama, Harris fell gravely ill somewhere near Bristol, Tennessee. When the train stopped in Knoxville, Harris, unconscious, was taken to the Atkin Hotel.

At the Atkin, Harris was examined by a doctor, who issued a preliminary diagnosis of apoplexy.  Later in the evening, four other doctors arrived and rejected the initial diagnosis, suggesting a possible morphine overdose.

Around 10:00 PM, Harris briefly regained consciousness, and managed to say one final word: “poisoned”.  He died shortly afterward, with the official cause listed as “unknown.”  No copy of his manuscript, High Times and Hard Times, has ever been found.

He had moved to Trenton after the war, and was buried there in 1869.  Mysteriously, his grave was not marked; but in 2008, a memorial was placed at the Trenton cemetery where he was interred.

Just east of Trenton is the “Cloudland Canyon.”  You can see plenty of GE Panoramio shots at the Canyon:

So, I’ll close with some of them.

I’ll start with this, by Ben Prepelka:

And this, by Chase1Ash:

There are a couple of lovely waterfalls in the Canyon.  Here’s a shot of one by Dave Nelson dotcom:

And another, by DVandevate:

And yet another, also by DV:

One more by DV:

Here’s a shot of a big rock by DWGPhotos:

Also by DWG:

I’ll close with this waterfall pic (maybe shot from a hang glider?) by Pete Seabolt:

A drone is more likely . . .

That’ll do it . . .



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