A local man came up to our table, introduced himself and told us that Smithville had been hit by a tornado some years ago. The diner, school, and several churches were destroyed, and 16 residents died. That’s a pretty big impact on a small community, and as a community they rebuilt their little town. He told us we would pass the high school that has a domed gym that also serves as a storm shelter for the town. A poignant story.
|Smithville High School|
Clay Tilden Road. Lovely backroad with some hills, and a few dogs. Most ran out to chase us and then didn’t know what to do with us after that. One sad little dog seemed to be paralyzed in the back end as he dragged himself along with his front legs only.
Back to 25 now a four-lane divided, but almost no traffic. We had the right lane to ourselves. Eventually it went back to a two lane highway. Traffic was still relatively light, but picked up as we neared Belmont.
|Four lane divided highway we had practically to ourselves at times.|
|Typical two lane road|
It was pretty much decided that we would shuttle our bikes to the park. It was only about 9 more miles, but we would drive it instead.
|Tishomingo State Park|
|Dining area and Kitchen|
|The better view|
|Swinging bridge. It looked original (old).|
|Roger and May|
As evening rolled around we heard thunder and saw some lightening. It wasn’t long before rain was falling. Might be a wet start tomorrow.