To the Map’s Edge Twice – Winchester, Tennessee 6/21/08

Saturday, I intended to paddle along the south shore of Tims Ford Lake into Winchester, retracing the route my wife and I mistakenly took during our May 2007 camping trip. On the way to Devil’s Step boat ramp, however, I noticed a wide gravel road that turned off HIghway 50 adjacent the closed gates of a public “beach.” Because I thought it might lead to a put-in nearer Boiling Fork Creek and the City of Winchester, proper, I turned off there.

The boat ramp at the end of the road was paved. One other vehicle, a battered pickup truck with an equally weathered-looking trailer, stood parked near where I’d parked. Although I wondered whether I’d find my car intact when I eventually returned to it, I launched and paddled.

As far as I got on Dry Creek

That’s as far as I got on Dry Creek before turning around and paddling to Winchester

Mill dam, and as far as I got on Boiling Fork Creek

And that mill dam is as far as I got on Boiling Fork Creek

All the photos worth keeping, and maybe some that aren’t, have been posted in this album.

After putting in, I paddled south with the same shore on my left toward the public beach near Highway 50. Campsis Radicans is in bloom all along the lake’s shore. I hadn’t put in there because the gate was locked when I drove past, and a sign nearby said the park would remain closed until 9:00 am. As I approached the beach from the water, I heard voices coming from the trees in a scrubby area about a hundred yards from the park. The young people stood around a red pickup truck talking. Two males and a female. One of they guys greeted me politely, the other asked me to demonstrate an Eskimo roll. I politely refused, and the first guy apologized for his friend saying, “He’s been drinking.” The female looked on and said nothing.

Tangle of trees at the top of Dry Creek Branch

Dry Creek branch south of Highway 50 was a large, almost mirror still body of water I paddled quickly. I passed on my left an elaborate dock and new-looking boat-ramp. Part of some housing development as evidenced by a number of recently built brick-fronted mini-mansions. At the top of the creek was the usual tangle of trees, vines, bushes past two or three somewhate older waterside houses on my left. To my surprise, a clear channel of water led through the trees.

After the tangle of trees the path led here

The water path through the trees led to one of those places of unexpected wild and tranquil beauty that make me wish my wife shared my interest in flatwater kayak paddling.

A little further on

Paddling down Dry Creek Branch, I passed a currently disused fishing camp, what looked like it may have been a beaver lodge, a tall tree standing sentry in the middle of the creek, paddled over the frame of what may have been a footbridge or a track for launching boats adjacent a neglected paved ramp, and, just past Hwy. 50, a tree with reddish fuzzy flowers reflected in the lake. A little further, up the same small, nameless branch upon the banks of with grew the reflected tree, I came upon a lakeside retreat behind a house visible up by the road. I got out of the boat near this place and adjusted the air in my kayak’s inflatable Nautiraid Greenlander seat-bottom.

Tree in fuzzy red bloom

Lakeside retreat

Last year, when I got us lost and we paddled on through Winchester, we didn’t stop to explore Dry Creek, and it wasn’t really my primary objective Saturday, either. I’m glad I took time to have a look.

I think the next time I paddle Boiling Fork Branch into and around Winchester, I’ll put in at Winchester City Park, if I can figure out how to get there by car. Last year, to keep out of the wind, we paddled along the north shore of the lake close by the city park. This time around I didn’t care, and there wasn’t too much wind. I paddled the south shore then crossed the lake near the park to paddle under the bridge. Don’t know what street or highway crosses over there, which has something to do with the fact that I don’t know how to drive to that park.

Road to Winchester Square

On the other side of the unknown highway, I turned right, and paddled Boiling Fork Creek branch toward Winchester, passing a number of less imposing houses on my right, and some truly beautiful older houses on my left. Pretty soon I approached the bridge over which one drives into Winchester near the city square. Winchester’s a county seat (Franklin County), and a federal court convenes in the courthouse on the square – a boxy but decorative 1930s style government building – maybe WPA? The old jail, however, is just an old two or three storey brick building built on a high bank above the lake.

Old Franklin County Jail

Keeping the jail to my right, I continued to paddle around to the left. Again on my right, was the mystery monorail of Winchester, probably a support and housing for a pipeline no longer extant. Maybe jail sewage?

Mystery Monorail

Further around the bend, on my left, I could see the backsides of buildings housing small businesses and apartments, a gas station. The channel veered right, again; near the monorail is an ancient bridge pier looking about the same age as the piers and steps at Estill Springs City Park.

Pier, Stone

A little further, on the left bank is situated an untreated sewage discharge point adjacent to Winchester city’s public housing. Were it not for the Scheißewasser, those lakeside projects would be located on high dollar real estate. As a political conservative, I abhor the fact that my tax money goes to support what has become in this country a subculture of entitlement. I’m a little bugged about housing citizens next to untreated sewage. Remember folks, this is yellow-dawg Democrat country, so you can be sure Democrats did this.

Poopwasser Discharge Point, Winchester, Tennessee

Winchester\'s lakeside housing project

It’s already a week later, 6/28/08, as I write this, and I’m ready to write other things and paddle other waters. I finished up Boiling Fork Branch, paddling past people fishing near the big slough west of the housing projects, then on past the new Franklin County High School, which looked like a prison on the low horizon seen from my cockpit, then on past a farm, a number of older houses adjacent a meadow that appears to flood in the high water, then to cave into which I paddled a short distance, and on past Hwy 64 on some of the prettiest, most hidden flatwater I’ve seen in this part of the state. I could there feel the flowing water of Boiling Fork Creek radiating a soothing cold up through the hullskin, past a cave like a crack in a rock wall from inside of which I could hear the sound of a small waterfall. Eventually I came to a stop near a mill dam, and the mill, itself, still standing but unworking, its broken windows attesting to a period of neglect. I pulled my kayak closer, like a child’s red wagon, tied it up to a rough support, and rested awhile, then returned (against the wind) to my car, which I found intact at the primitive boat-ramp on Dry Creek Branch.

Resting place - neglected mill

Against the wind

14 thoughts on “To the Map’s Edge Twice – Winchester, Tennessee 6/21/08

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  2. you have some pretty asshole thoughts of my father and mothers home land,,,thanks,,,my e-mail is glong17(at)…,,,my grandfather worked at a mill,,boiling fork that was taken over by tims ford,,,so you should not act like it is all quaint you ass!!!!!

  3. Good morning Mr. Long, and Merry, if somewhat belated, Christmas to you and yours, including your grandfather, if he’s still among the living. My family and I have been out of town for about a week, and I only saw your comment yesterday morning before we left again for home.

    Instead of mocking your grammar and usage, I want to first inform you that I edited your comment only to exchange the ‘@’ in your email address for an ‘(at)’ to prevent spammers getting your email address and flooding your in-box with, well, spam.

    That said, I’d be interested in knowing whether you can specifically list or otherwise draw the reader’s attention to those statements you’ve referred to as “asshole thoughts.

    It would have been both interesting and informative if you had provided some background about the mill I photographed. I never knew it was there. I tied up my boat, then walked up the bank to see “where I was from the road,” but the mill appeared to be in somebody’s back yard. Struck me as odd. I didn’t go in to the building because I’ve outgrown my tendency to trespass into abandoned industrial structures.

    Did I ever use the word, “quaint?” If you’ve read many of my posts, you should have “got” that I am not a great fan of state or federal government intervention at the local level, so may have been virulently opposed to the Elk River’s damming and subsequent impoundment as Tims Ford Lake had I live here at that time.

    I reread my post, above, and noted I’d made several typographical errors and wrote with the botched style common to my single-draft, off-the-top-of-my-head blog postings. I haven’t corrected them. Warts and all, eh?

    Finally, you should know that I will probably draw attention to this exchange with a new blog post today or tomorrow, in which I will discuss these comments along with other events of the Christmas week past.

    I will not exchange emails with you. Any discussion we have can be conducted here, in the open, where anyone interested can see it. If the exchange degenerates into a tedious casting of aspersions, or I get tired of it, I will cut it off after posting a note so informing the two or three people who may have been following it.

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  5. Pretty cool post. I just stumbled upon your blog and wanted to say
    that I have really liked reading your blog posts. Anyway
    I’ll be subscribing to your blog and I hope you post again soon!

    • Thank you!

      Right now, we’re in the midst of redecorating an old house we just bought, and preparing to move into it. Not much paddling this year. And not much blogging here lately. Maybe will get something posted tomorrow.


  6. I have to wonder exactly why that guy thinks you peed in his cheerios. (Confused) As usual you inspire me to get out and explore more and write about what I find… even at the risk of a few deliverance types…

    • Have you been able to find a kayak down there? I have lost track of your blog addresses. It has been an overwhelmingly busy year in Stepford.

      I was hoping Mr. Long would reply with some actual information about the mill and the area. From what he said, I’d guess he thought I was trivializing the locale and the locals. He may be justifiably angry about the “gentrification” of the lake’s shore and the government land grab that preceded the damming of the Elk’s waters to form the lake.

  7. I hope you enjoyed your trip down Boiling Fork creek. You paddled past my house to get to the mill. It is owned by my neighbor. Years ago his family lived in the mill, however, it was flooded and they built a house on the same property. My children kayak behind our house and to the mill quite often. It is a great place for fishing, catching crawdads and skipping rocks. We know how blessed we are to have this incredible gift in our back yard.

    • I did thoroughly enjoy my paddle on Boiling Fork Creek and envy your proximity to water for paddling or swimming and wading. I remember the people at one of the houses was having some work done, and I think a man was doing yard work at another of them. That spot right below the mill dam was really pleasant and unexpected. It is interesting to know a little bit more about the mill; doesn’t look like it’d been inhabited in many years. The plate glass windows looked 1970s vintage to me. Do you know when the mill was last in operation?

      I hadn’t read it at the time, but when I did read Waterlog, I remembered and thought of the mill.

  8. I’ve been down that same path on my jet ski. It was like following a wooded trail…couldn’t wait to see what was around the next bend. When I came to the large circle of water at the end….what was that???

    • Hi Anonymous,

      Sorry it’s taken me this long to reply. I’m not sure what you mean by “large circle of water at the end”? There’s a place past the projects that seems to fit that description and it certainly feels like an oddity when is out on it. If you go farther, you will pass some farms on left and see Franklin County High School at left in the distance, some older houses there on the right bank. Farther along the left bank becomes steep and clifflike and under there is a cave I was able to paddle partway into. I’ve never seen a jet-ski that far off the usual deepwater, never thought of them as being good for exploration, but kind of cool to find I was mistaken.

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