Above photo: Formerly a cotton plantation, Brandon Hall is now a meticulously maintained bed-and-breakfast.
Story and photos by Tom Uhlenbrock
Tom is an award-winning travel writer and journalist based in St. Louis.
The leisurely road trip takes drivers through America’s South.
After eight hours of interstate highway, I reached Natchez, Mississippi, and took a right at the entrance to the Natchez Trace Parkway. It was like driving into a time warp.
Commercial traffic is banned on the parkway, which has no billboards, no gas stations, no fast-food restaurants and a 50 mph speed limit. The two-lane blacktop was lined by shoulders of wildflowers with forest beyond that. The first traffic I encountered was two guys on bicycles, coasting down a wide curve on the twisting roadway.
For those of a certain age, driving the parkway will bring back childhood memories of Sunday family drives “in the country.” We’d stop to move turtles off the road, buy tomatoes and watermelons and tour caves and other roadside attractions. The destination didn’t matter; the goal was to enjoy the scenery at a leisurely pace. The same “motoring” sentiment made Route 66 the Mother Road of America.
For younger drivers, the parkway will be a new experience for generations accustomed to 70 mph-plus on interstates where every exit intersection looks the same.
The parkway runs for 715 kilometres through three states, from Natchez to Nashville, Tennessee. There is no rush-hour or traffic jam on the Trace; plan on spending two or three days to soak up the relaxing experience.
I rented a car and drove it for three days in early spring, when the wildflowers, redbuds and dogwoods were awakening. Fall is another prime time when the mixed forest of pines and hardwoods shows its autumn colours.
The parkway roughly follows the tracks of the first travellers. Their presence on the route is marked by Native American mounds, pioneer taverns, battlefields, monuments, plantations and other stops along the way. Entrance to the parkway and to its attractions is free.
The drive is especially good for families with antsy children as it is loaded with short nature walks—most of them to springs, creeks and waterfalls—with picnic tables in the shade and restrooms with flush toilets at many stops.
Established as a unit of the National Park Service in 1938 and completed in 1995, the Trace dates back centuries as a natural corridor first trampled by bison and Native Americans, who were followed by settlers, soldiers and traders.
The park service operates campgrounds and RV sites along the route, and travellers also can detour off on nearby highways to seek lodging, food and gasoline.
A map of the route with all the attractions and mile markers is available through the park service. NatchezTraceTravel.com offers that map as well as its own map listing the Top 30 sites and nearby lodging.
I arrived in early evening, and my first drive was short. At milepost 9, I turned off the parkway onto a road (and later determined that it was the only lodging driveway located directly off the entire parkway).
I drove past a lake surrounded by blooming yellow irises, their reflection forming a golden halo on the water. Beyond that was a stately white mansion with columns and verandas right out of an Old South movie set.
Brandon Hall was built in 1856 by Gerard Brandon, son of the first native-born governor of Mississippi. Formerly a large working cotton plantation, the home has been exquisitely restored and maintained as a bed-and-breakfast with 4.3-metre ceilings and antique-filled rooms.
Sitting in a white rocker on the upstairs front porch, I listened to the birds singing their twilight songs in the two giant live oaks spreading over the front lawn.
It was a peaceful end to my first impression of the Natchez Trace.
Mounds and Mosquitoes
The next morning, I hit the road as the sun broke through clouds, sending rays over the grassy expanse of Emerald Mound, illuminating it as if a switch had been pulled. Built between A.D. 1300 and 1600, the 11-metre-tall mound is the second largest in America, behind only Monk’s Mound in Cahokia, Illinois.
The builders of the dozen or so flat-topped ceremonial mounds found along the Trace were called Mississippians because of their villages along the Mississippi River Valley. They built the mounds by carrying dirt in baskets.
Later tribes, including the Natchez, Chickasaw and Choctaw, lived in the area and created the trails that became the Trace.
In a sad irony, the last large group to walk the route, before it became obsolete with the arrival of steamboats, were the Native Americans who were marched out of their lands to reservations.
Travellers on the parkway can see and hike sections of the “old Trace” as it runs through the forest. In some spots, vehicles can actually detour off the roadway onto remnants of the original path.
Although the new parkway makes visiting easy, travellers on the early path faced many hardships. A National Park Service exhibit says: “This early interstate road building venture produced a snake-infested, mosquito-beset, robber-haunted, Indian-travelled forest path. Lamented by the pious, cursed by the impious, it tried everyone’s strength and patience.”
A Legendary BLT
The Natchez Trace Parkway is somewhat of an illusion. Travellers drive through a forested route as if in a remote setting but, in many areas, civilization is just beyond a corridor of trees.
The city of Jackson, Mississippi, was not visible from the parkway, but the route passed over Interstate 55. I looked down on the busy highway and was thankful to be on my way.
The Mississippi Craft Center is on the outskirts of Jackson and offers a respite for Trace travellers eager to spend some cash. The Center had a Choctaw basket for $125, a colourful quilt for $260 and a hickory bowl for $350.
French Camp Bed and Breakfast is located at the site of an early French tavern and inn at milepost 180. The buildings—some historic, some new, some a combination of both—are visible from the Trace, but you detour for a short distance on Highway 413 to get there.
The stop includes a restaurant that boasts of “the best food on the Trace.” Actually, it was the only food on the Trace. Still, the BLT sandwich and broccoli salad have gained legendary status among travellers.
I took the exit into the town of Tupelo with two missions: To get gas and to visit Elvis’s birthplace.
For $14, you can tour the two-room clapboard house where Presley was born on Jan. 8, 1935, his childhood church where a video tells his story, and a museum with vintage photos and a lifetime of exhibits.
A Blissful Tour with a Lively Ending
Belmont, Mississippi, like many of America’s rural towns, has too many empty storefronts in its historic district. But the Belmont Hotel is alive and well on Main Street and was a clean and comfy stop on my third night.
Built in 1924, the hotel is growing old gracefully with 10 glistening crystal chandeliers in its lobby and dining room attesting to its glory days. “It’s different; it’s not your average Holiday Inn,” says the owner.
At milepost 386, near the northern end of the Trace, a monument marks the site of Grinder’s Stand, an inn where the explorer Meriwether Lewis died on Oct. 11, 1809, at the age of 35. He was shot twice, and varying accounts say it was a suicide or a murder.
Before leaving the Trace, I drove through Leiper’s Fork, a tiny enclave where Justin Timberlake is the most famous resident, and Franklin, which has a historic district bustling with restaurants and shops.
My brain had been on cruise control during my road trip on the Trace, but that ended as I entered Interstate 24.
I shifted mental gears and headed for Nashville, where two nights of hootin’ and hollerin’ in the honky-tonks brought me back to reality. It was a welcomed nightcap to a blissful tour of the Natchez Trace Parkway.