The Burnt-Over Blog: Montgomery Bell State Park

Monday, June 15, 2009

Montgomery Bell State Park

So this last weekend, Seth found a great state park to go too just outside of Nashville! They had playgrounds, camping, and a beautiful lake that you can rent boats for cheap! They also had a swimming area in the lake but we didn't bring the swimsuits. Next time. The kids loved the boat and the hiking we did after. The forests were like a fairytale. We had a great time and will go back again soon!

Her first boat ride! Doesn't she look happy.

Linc is doing his Alex the lion impression from the movie Madagascar. He pulls his hand down his face and he gets a frown, then he pulls his hand up his face and he is smiling again! He likes to do that for the camera now!

There is the smiley face.

Bekah (new spelling so I don't confuse the poor girl when she really tries to spell her name!) loved to trail her little fishing pole in the water. I thought for sure she would drop it in but no, she didn't, Lincoln did!! Needless to say it didn't float!

The kids had fun actually watching daddy fish.

After the boat ride, we explored the rest of the park and ran into this beautiful church. It is the first Cumberland Presbyterian church. It was formed from dissident Presbyterian ministers in 1810 when they met and held the first Synod of the new church. Pretty cool history. Very beautiful church. A family was inside cleaning it for a wedding that night.

There is nothing like historical monuments to play on. So fun.

The house of Samuel McAdow, which is the actual birthplace of the Cumberland Presbyterian church until they built the other chapel.

And here are those fairytale like woods I was talking about. Of course the camera can never do it the full justice it deserves.

Lots of gorgeous little waterfalls. Apparently the park contained a rich area for iron and you can still see the huge ore pits the early settlers dug. We didn't walk that far.

Yes I know, you are probably thinking, wow it looks like Linc is going to throw that huge rock right at Bekah's head! Well he didn't. Thank goodness.

It was a great Saturday and such a fun park to visit. We are thinking of going camping there this weekend! This time we will bring some swimsuits.

Jenn

2 comments:

Anne said...: I love the place! It reminds me of some of the places Jason and I went to in NC. Of course we didn't have a camera back then,so no photos. You are making me want to come visit! Maybe next year?; June 15, 2009 at 3:06 PM
Jen Howick said...: You guys are so adventurous! I love looking all of the fun things you do!! Fun times and great memories!; June 15, 2009 at 10:30 PM

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