During our trip to Chattanooga, we wanted to fit in as much as we could so as to not waste any time. Unfortunately we tried to pack a little too much in so we never got to go on our hike we wanted. We got a little in here at Rock City. I'm pretty sure it is still in Tennessee, but it is RIGHT on the Georgia border so who knows. I guess the guy who found it said its massive rock formations were so intricate it was practically a city. That's how you get the name. Reminds me a lot of Hill City, SD (the town of Rock City anyways). Fairly touristy, lots of ma and pa shops, and only one gas station/liquor store for miles.
The entryway.
This one is called the Needle's eye.
Pretty tight squeeze, even for a midget like me!
Uh-oh... another suspension bridge! Shawna kept it together pretty well for this one because it was short.
Can't go anywhere without a few self portraits.
The famous "Lover's Leap." The story goes that a boy and a girl from opposing Native American tribes fell in love. They knew they couldn't be together, but that didn't stop them. When the girl's dad (the leader of the clan) found out, he subsequently tossed the boy from the top of the rock to plummet to his death. The girl, who looked on in mourning, couldn't bear the thought of living without her true love, so she too leapt to her untimely death from the rock.
Sounds a little Romeo & Juliet eh? Wonder if any of it is true.
From Lover's Leap you are supposed to be able to see 7 states on a clear day. Where my foot is represents where we are standing on the edge of the cliff. Sorry for the wanna-be Karate Kid pose. Don't know what goes through my head sometimes.
Well it IS Lover's Leap after all...
I kid.
Daffodil's grow wild here! Along the interstate and all... they're everywhere!
Lover's Leap from a side view. They didn't talk much about the waterfall so I don't know any stories behind that. I would never make a good tour guide, I know.
'Whatcha doin?' "Oh ya know, just sitting around holding up a 2 ton rock. Like I do."
So buff.
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