Anyone who’s been through North Georgia and East Tennessee has seen the signs. “See Rock City” is on every other billboard from Atlanta to Knoxville. We’ve been living outside Chattanooga for about a year now and, until last weekend, I had not, in fact, seen Rock City. Last weekend was so much fun. I kicked Guitar Dude out and had four of the most awesome girlfriends a chick could want for a little visit. We debated what to do on Saturday over an amazing brunch at Foodworks and it was determined that we would see Rock City.
We found our way there, finally found a parking spot and got our tickets. As we headed into the Enchanted Forest, I had no idea what to expect. Soon we came to this point…
(By the way, sorry for the watermark but people are real jerks and keep stealing my photos without the kindness of a please, thank you, link back, credit, whathaveyou.)
Now, on with my story. You see, I’m a little claustrophobic. It’s an irrational thing. I’ve never been trapped anywhere. I have no reason to fear small spaces. But. I. Do. So, the girls all went ahead and I stood there looking at this slice in the rocks thinking to myself, “I’ll just turn around and wait for them at the other end.” I no sooner thought it than a guy who’d also been standing there went in. I told him I was going with him and apologized in advance if I latched a hold of him midway. Thankfully, I did not. I made it through. Go me. Moving on…
Rock City is full of really beautiful scenery. I was truly enchanted as we wound our way down mossy rock-lined paths and through caves such as this one.
I’m not too proud to admit that once we got to the Fairyland Caverns portion of the Rock City walking tour, I pretty much turned into a kid. I mean, fairytales, black lights and air conditioning on one of the hottest days of the year? Yep, I dig. Or dug, if you’re keeping track of tenses.
Other than the coolness of the a/c, really the best parts of Rock City are most definitely outside. Lover’s Leap was particularly interesting to me because it claims to continue a tale I first heard when living in North Georgia; the tale of Sautee, a Chicasaw Indian Chief’s son, and Nacoochee, a Cherokee Chief’s daughter. I’d always heard that Sautee and Nacoochee died at the base of Yonah Mountain between Cleveland and Helen, GA, where there’s an actual village called Sautee-Nacoochee. Rock City claims they died jumping off Lover’s Leap.
I have to say, I normally avoid tourist traps like the plague, but I enjoyed Rock City so much I’m going to take Guitar Dude back. I can see how they sell so many season passes now. It’s a beautiful place, and if you’re ever in Chattanooga I highly recommend a visit!