Trail of Tears
Wednesday morning I packed up my gear and headed to Jackson Missouri for the Trail of Tears State Park. This was going to be at least a 2.5 hour drive, so I brought some camping gear in case I didn’t feel like making the drive back. I was kidding myself of course; the mere prospect of camping wasn’t something I was likely to turn down. This particular park had some special interest for it’s history. It is located on the site where nine of 13 groups of Cherokee Indians crossed the Mississippi River in harsh winter conditions in 1838-1839. There is Cherokee lineage on my father’s side, and Apache on my mother’s.
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