This is the scenic overlook atop Lynnwood Way. (Lynnwood Way is the road connecting Hillsboro to Franklin roads on the west side of Cool Springs.)
People who don’t often come to Franklin are surprised we have a spot like this here, but we do.
It is a lovely beast.
It’s 1,000 feet above sea level, and if I had retained anything from calculus I could tell you what the slope is from Franklin Road.
I’ve run it, twice. Once with a friend, and once alone. At the other side of the mountain are seven more miles of hills before home.
I’ve danced on the overlook too many times to count. Many with my daughter, and a few just me.
I’ve picnicked there. I’ve cried. I’ve driven there to escape. Sat there to unwind.
I hadn’t been to the overlook in awhile, but I found myself there this afternoon when I drove the pretty way home from Nashville.
It’s more secluded now, with the trees and vegetation recovered from the construction that cut the road.
Prettier, more private.
It’s also been marred with graffiti and beer cans.
Grown up, for good and bad.
It’s a great spot.