In 1864, General Sherman was on his way to Atlanta to start his march to the sea. In his way was the rebel garrison on this mountain, so he had to take it. We saw first hand how difficult this must have been. We hiked up about a mile on rocky paths to the top. As unsure as the stepping was, we could only imagine how much worse it was with people shooting at you as you slowly advanced. Unbelievable!
Here Peter is at the top of Kennesaw Mountain:
Continuing on our way, we were close to Chattanooga when we saw the exit ramp for Chickamauga National Military Park. Yup! Off we went, since it was still early in the day, to check it out. This battle was different from the previous stop. It was much bigger and all on flat terrain. We visited the museum and watched a film then drove the suggested route, stopping at marked checkpoints. There were thousands of casualties on both sides; and after two days, the Union troops retreated in panic back to Chattanooga. It was very sobering to be on the very spot such tragedy occurred....reminicent of Gettysburg.
Joan does not understand why people have to fight wars. I would add that this war was the worst because we were fighting ourselves.
We continued on to Chatanooga and Peter tried to take a photo from the car of the "Welcome to Tennessee" sign but as you can see, the antenna got in the way and the billboards surrounding it took away from the impact Joan wanted:
We shall attempt this as we enter each state and maybe improve on the photos.
Tonight we returned to the Station House Restaurant behind the Choo Choo Hilton we so enjoyed in 2010. It did not disappoint! The wait staff take turns singing with the band to oldies. Food was delicious and entertainment enjoyable.
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