The tobacco farm on the Natchez Trace Parkway is near Mile Marker 401. If you go during the summer months, you can observe the tobacco in the field. Before last Friday, it had all been harvested and is now hanging in the barn to dry.
I had seen tobacco barns from the road before, but was never inside one. It smelled sweet, although I am not a fan of tobacco in any shape or form. The barn was full; I'm thinking they had a good crop this year.
The smell reminded me of my Grandma Stricklin. Like just about all of the women her age, she was a huge fan of snuff. I was spending some time with her one weekend, and one of her long-lost cousins dropped in to visit her. He had brought her a gift--a six inch long twist of tobacco he had grown himself. She acted very pleased, but I can't recall seeing her use it.
Behind the barn, the land slopes into a beautiful valley. The leaves were past their peak, but it was still beautiful. You can drive a two-mile section of the Old Trace through the woods before it connects back to the Natchez Trace Parkway.