John lived near the Pickwick lake for years. He has told me several times how beautiful it is. So I searched about it online a long time ago. The photos were so beautiful I wished that someday I would be able to see it in person.
That wish came true today. 🙂 We will be meeting John’s friend, Thomas in Tennessee. So he thought, that it’s the perfect time to take me to Pickwick. Let me share with you another memory that will forever be imprinted in my mind…

I’ve never seen red trees before this! It maybe normal for americans, but definitely surreal for an asian ike me. 🙂
We sat here for a long time, watching the geese. Somewhere nearby, another guests were feeding them.
This just looks postcard perfect, to me…
Now I understand why John loves this place…
We did a side trip on the other side of the Tennessee River. John wanted to show the Botel to me. He said that there was a huge catfish in a watertank outside the hotel. But when we went there, the watertank and the catfish was no longer there. It was replaced by a small swimming pool
The Botel, was originally a boat that was built on a barge. History says that during the floodings, the barge landed beside the river. And that’s how the botel came to be.
From the Botel, we proceeded to Pickwick Dam. Tenneesse’s power source. What amazed me was the fact that the surrounding areas were developed as a park. Infact, there’s a big portion there that serves as an RV park.
John and I sat here for a long time too, watching the sunset and the people who were fishing in the river. I love to fish , so this was fun for me. I’m just glad that my husband is such a great person he cared enough to bring me here. 🙂
And then, it was dinner time. 🙂
Our dinner date, Thomas. Him and John had a good time laughing when I couldn’t get in his truck. In my defense, the truck was so big. LOL
I was supposed to go riding in his big bike but we already ran out of time. Hopefully, in our next visit we will be able to do more things. This time, we just concentrated in meeting with family and friends…
Lea C. Walker