Cannons-boro

Before there was Murfreesboro, there was Cannonsburgh, a settlement named for Newton Cannon, the first Whig governor of Tennessee.

Murfreesboro houses a small tourist trap called Cannonsburgh Village that's a small replica of the original settlement. During the 4.5 years I lived in Murfreesboro, I never once visited the place.

I remedied that recently.


Welcome to a little slice of pioneer heaven.


Bridge over complacent water.


It's always odd to see 1800s buildings beneath a canopy of electrical wires.


The windmill's shadow, as noticed by Phil.


The windmill in its backlit glory.


No idea what this is.


I can say with confidence that this is a wagon wheel.


Another wheel.


Had I been alive during the 1800s, I would have lost all my limbs for sure.


I can't help but be grateful for the sterility of modern doctors' offices.



This doctor's office is a little creepy.


Horse pills for people.



This is what people think about when they think about Cannonsburgh. Unless they think of the poor bucket.


It would be sort of nice if this thing was on a real creek or river or whatever so that it worked.


Some magnificent moron torched the World's Largest Cedar Bucket last summer, and the poor thing sits charred and lonely behind the confines of a metal fence.


For the whole family.


I'm all turned around!


Yes, photo subject double-dipping.


This little guy was tired.


Capt. Phil.