signal mountain swimming hole

went up to signal mtn with my lil brother; namely a pawpaw arwood's old place with his grandsons. he built the only landing strip on signal mtn and started flyin cesnas off the side of the mountain in the 50's. story goes that he had moved on to ultralights by the time they were kids...he liked to get liquored up and buzz their house a few miles on other side of the mountain and yell down at them. he had some cool old junk around the place, lots of bikes of different sizes; they said he got his first harley in the mid-1940's. after driving back up from the swimming hole, i stained my hands a deep hue picking black & blue berries; totally worth standing still long enough to get swarmed by skeeters. and what a drive it was, deep down into a ravine where a creek was plugged up sometime in the 40's. accessible by 4wd only, nathan was barely able to squeeze it in between trees in alot of spots, got bruised up in the back of the truck in others; being tossed around with two dogs poking my bare feet and family jewels with clawed paws all the way down. even though it was only nipple deep it was cold as hell, plus there was some loud gun shootings & crazy water eating dog splashings, some beer drinking and float floating going on...good times

the old landing strip