Vacation 2014: Chickamauga and Chattanooga National Military Park & Lookout Mountain

One last stamp for the kids' National Parks Passports as we headed home: Chattanooga.   At the top of Lookout Mountain is the Chickamauga and Chattanooga National Military Park.   We arrived in late afternoon, right before a rain storm.   Ah, lovely, beautiful rain!   The park is small, but beautiful.   It is more of a commemorative park than educational, but it is worth the tour.   There is a great visitors center.   I held on tight to the hands of Clare and Thomas because it is a long drop from the top of this mountain, with no happy ending, surely.   People have homes where their backyard just drops off.   I still get a little queasy looking at the pictures.   We did not examine any of the on-the-edge exhibits.   I am so thankful that other than the rain pouring down as we were going to the car, it was an uneventful trip!













People walk down those steps!   No way; the view was fine from above!



Yes, that rock in the middle just juts out over the edge of the mountain with NO guardrail so you would just fall to your death.   I had a real problem with this area!


Another path we didn't take





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