We (the boys and myself... or is it me and the boys? Or the boys and I? I knew I should have listened to Mrs. Hempler in 6th grade. Or was it Miss?) drove up Lookout Mountain (21:00 from my front door) and visited Buffalo Bill Cody's grave. Kind of a cool piece of American West history. Lookout Mountain, the road, kicked ass. It's 5 miles and ~2000ft of elevation gain. There is also a trail that I want to investigate. This will be a killer run this Spring! I saw maybe 10 cyclists and 3 cars.
I found this too long video of the road... at ~1:45 the cyclist almost gets taken out by a deer.