Iron Mountain Inn in Tennessee

Written by John Ross


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Dim lighting proves a perfect romantic treat for my fiancée and myself. There are only a few tables to each room andrepparttar quiet melodies of blues chirp from speakers inrepparttar 133684 corners as we taste blackened chicken, Cajun shrimp, bean soup, warm bread, and a banana dessert that is presented in front of us byrepparttar 133685 chef. He shuts offrepparttar 133686 lights to exaggeraterepparttar 133687 lit brandy; he spouts entertaining ghost stories aboutrepparttar 133688 old house.

The Inn sits at 3000 feet above sea level and that night an amazing thunderstorm strikes, and at that elevation each roll of thunder shakesrepparttar 133689 very screws and nails that holdrepparttar 133690 building together. What an electrifying experience.

We rise torepparttar 133691 smell of an all out buffet style breakfast and watchrepparttar 133692 sun fightrepparttar 133693 fog back intorepparttar 133694 mountains and cast shadows onrepparttar 133695 still wet porch.

Tennessee State Atlas & Gazetteer Since arriving, Watauga Lake has me curious, and I hear rumors about its transparent waters and terrific scenery. We schedule an appointment withrepparttar 133696 owner of Fish Springs Marina and we are riding in a pontoon boat a few hours later. The water spins in a seltzer-like whirlpool underneathrepparttar 133697 boat as we speed off in a hunt forrepparttar 133698 old town of Butler, Tennessee.

The jailhouse is nearly visible at over one hundred feet belowrepparttar 133699 surface ofrepparttar 133700 crystalline water, and it is a churning, bubbly remnant of a city long since moved up mountain. A few other buildings thatrepparttar 133701 government decided not to tear down swim underrepparttar 133702 third cleanest (manmade) lake held back by one ofrepparttar 133703 world’s largest earthen dams.

“I’m not sure where we heard that from,”repparttar 133704 owner of Fish Springs Marina tells us, after he decides to takerepparttar 133705 afternoon off and join us on a tour ofrepparttar 133706 majestic body of water. It is as if we are peering into a million gallon fish tank.

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YoYo Ma’s Silk Road Project

Written by Rob LaGrone


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Next up was a solo performance by Wu Man (that's her name, not just her gender) on a pipa, a lute-like stringed instrument from China. She played a traditional song that constantly shifted in tempo and intensity. The sound ofrepparttar instrument changed as well: one minute it rang melodically like a mandolin; then she would pluck it quietly like a harp; and occasionally she would thrash furiously like Pete Townsend torturing his guitar atrepparttar 133683 end of a Who concert. Until she played sustained notes with vibrato in them, my ears couldn't identifyrepparttar 133684 sound as distinctively Chinese, so broad wasrepparttar 133685 range of tone and mood achieved byrepparttar 133686 player.

Did I mention there were danger and conflict onrepparttar 133687 Silk Road? The next modern piece, 'Blue asrepparttar 133688 Turquoise Night of Neyshabur', by Iranian composer Kayhan Kalhor, featured several traditional instruments from Persia and India. These, however, were utterly drowned out byrepparttar 133689 violins, violas, cellos, and contrabass - as if Asia were being warned never to get into a land war in Europe. The kemancheh, or "spike fiddle," from Iran andrepparttar 133690 Caucasus region, sounds somewhat tinnier than a violin and more - well, old. Its mournful sweetness couldn't be heard except during solos.

The ney, a Middle Eastern flute of bamboo, wood, or metal, made such a delicate

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