God's artwork is in abundance here. Just about everywhere you look, there is something special to feast your eyes upon......... not man-made stuff........no result of global warming nonsense.......just pure unadulterated beauty as seen in the above picture.
When I was a kid, my mom would tell me about a place........some sort of "lover's leap" place that was there in her hometown of Hendersonville. In a child's mind, when you hear the story of such a place and why it was called what it is, there is a somewhat frightening image that gets imbedded into your noggin'. I always had images of a sharp, scary, jagged cliff............mangled bodies of jilted suicidal lovers whose existence was so miserable that they were forced to take a huge leap.............or even images of some kids playing on a dangerous set of rocks high up on the steep side of a mountain, playing where maybe they should not have........and always losing a friend or two because of wreckless abandon. Scary thoughts.
Those images were altered when we arrived at "Jump Off Rock".
Jump Off Rock is just outside of the Hendersonville city limits in an area called Laurel Park. It's a short drive up the side of a mountain. There is no fee to see it, and there are three different hiking trails that accompany the main attraction. www.historichendersonville.org/jump_off_rock.htm
My first reaction was.........gee......it so quiet around here....very peaceful.........and very clean. I could see where, if I was a kid, I would wanna goof around here. I could also see why it would be a bad idea to get too close to the edge of the rock. I saw no blood stains on rocks below.....no skeletons of downtrodden lovers piled up.........nothing that I had imagined as a kid. This "rock" was not jagged but rather smooth and layered probably from weather erosion. A railing had been installed for visitors. Looking over the edge.......well........it is pretty high up.....but the overgrowth of trees and bushes below make it seem like less of a fall. I can imagine that at one time, a look down would be extremely frightening. Instead, a look out over the railing is a sight to behold.....a beautiful panoramic view of mountains.
There is also something about being up that high above sea level.......it is breath-taking..........literally and physically!
The romp through the Hendersonville area led us to a cemetery where we found the gravesite of my grandparents. I never knew them........I only knew "of" them. They had died before I was born. It was a somber moment here.
The sign says "Lennox Park".......yet it is actually "Lenox Park". Hmmmmmmmm.
This is another one of those places my mom spoke about often. I believe there is a photo somewhere in someone's possession, of my mom and her relatives in this park. They were sitting on the walled structure.
This park is a very, very small, park.........a few hundred feet of green grass, tall trees, at an intersection, near what was once the Transylvania railroad tracks. What made this park memorable was that there was this walled structure sitting in the center. Through a little searching, I found out what it was about this place that drew people to it.We could hear the sound of water below. That's it!.......a spring! That would draw people here. This structure looks like some sort of sitting pool. A sort of outdoor spa!