In the area I found a sign explaining travertine rock. I grew up surrounded by it and it was just limestone rock… Limestone was actually quarried from nearby. The following picture of a limestone creek bed was taken in the wintertime at my parent's acreage.
It was as if I were almost walking back into the outdoors of my past. Granted, the place wasn’t deserted on a low traffic day, but still, it gave me the serenity, the poison ivy and cooling water that I’d grown up taking for granted…almost.
I grew up near a place called Sulphur Hollow. Or “Sulpher Haller”. My dad took me to the mineral spring once. A small spring in the middle of the forest that had the rotten egg scented water seeping from it.
When I returned from visiting The Chickasaw Recreation Area, a surprising side effect struck me that I never expected. Even though traces of my childhood accent have never truly left my speech, for a few days the accent returned as if I were back in my childhood home.