When we were teenagers, my cousin, my brother, and I were tubing down Turkey Creek in Jefferson County. A young black and tan hound started to follow us along the bank. When we got to the falls, since my cousin lived there in the area, he decided we should take the dog back to Grandma's cabin. We walked back with the dog walking along with us. It looked like our cousin had a dog. Grandma had a little outhouse behind the house, officially called Twin Pines, but Grandma started to call it Miss Noblit, the name of one of her girlfriends (they weren't close). Well, the next day, we all saw it, that dog had his head in the open back of the outhouse enjoying himself. At that moment that dog lost a best friend.
Looking at two photos from the waterfalls at Turkey Creek, taken more than 100 years apart
Don’t post pictures like that. Somebody might see it and build a Starbucks plus a Chipotle right there.
Lest anyone think the worst of my Grandma, her calling the outhouse by her girlfriend’s name was just a codeword to politely ask the grandkids if anyone needed to visit “Miss Noblit” before we walk down to the creek or drive back to town.