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This trail is awesome! It has rained a lot the last few days so the river was quickly rushing by right by the trail. We saw a newt and a snake and heard lots of birds chirping. There are many great camping spots along the trail. The waterfall was a nice treat! We brought along our furry friend.

After a haevy rain the stream that you need to cross maybe higher than your boots! Also, the stream is running faster and stronger.

hiking
2 days ago

(PART 2/2, SEE PREVIOUS REVIEW BELOW)

The trail has 3 different brief challenging inclines & declines, with the last naturally being the pay-off at Window Cliffs. Just before the cliffs, maybe less than a quarter mile, is a little look out spot where you can see up into the cliffs, and through the window that gives its namesake. The summit is defnitely worth the 2.75 miles in, and I'd recommend spending some time up there, as the hike back out will go all too quickly. I've seen this trail rated as hard or difficult, but I'd put it middle of the road at most, for an average hiker. I've also read reviews that said it was too challenging for kids, but anyone 8 years or older should be capable. The streams will give them an opportunity to test their grit, but it's entirely manageable. I've seen suggestions to bring water shoes, which isn't a terrible idea, but I can't imagine swapping them on & off with hiking shoes every few hundred yards to cross a creek. I just took extra socks to change into back in the parking lot.

All that being said, the trail is an excellent little hike, and if you have an entire day, you could easily knock out a hike around some other nearby falls. I'm not going to disclose the road where the grandma is selling eggs, as I'll let that be part of your adventure, but don't forget a few dollars cash to drop in the Igloo cooler.

hiking
2 days ago

I hesitate to even write this review. Though not because I have a less than stellar opinion of the trail, as that's definitely not the case, but rather, I struggle with adding another blip on the radar, another tiny blinking light that says come check me out, come explore, which combined with all the other countless reviews, produces a glowing orb, a mini-sun, attracting throngs far & wide. Nonetheless, even as the thongs descend, and the gap between nature and suffocating development narrows, the urge to share this nature with others compels me to put pen to paper.

Window Cliffs is an approximately 5 mile trail, which is an easy morning hike for most folks, and will probably leave many wishing for more. While that was certainly the case for me after standing on top of the cliffs, looking out over the expanse of treetops, the trail started the moment I got off I40 and turned down Baxter Road. My breathing immediately became deeper, and my eyes wider. Wild flowers of all sorts jumped out at me; oxeye daises, small skull caps, evening primrose, sandwort, and so many more I couldn't identify. It seemed every house had a barn, many of which looked immaculate, like something you could live in, but not something folks out that way would call a 'tiny house.' They've worked hard for their actual house, enjoy the space it provides, and have no compulsion or even an inkling of escaping city life for something simpler. Having never been captured, they don't need to escape.

The scene on the drive in that struck me the most, even making me quickly hit the brakes, back up, revel in awe of it, and take a picture, was of a small, quaint farm house, with a sign along side the road reading 'Eggs for Sale,' with smaller subscript reading 'Honor System.' I never saw a person around the house the few minutes I was there, milling about or busying themselves in the yard, but I feel strongly that the owner was someone's grandma, body moving slowly, but mind sharp as a tack, voice as gentle as a stream, and that grandma smell that could ease any teething baby to sleep. I didn't have any cash on me, but if I did, I would have left it all in the Igloo cooler sitting in the Red Rider wagon in her driveway, and never touched the eggs. I just wanted her to have my money, and her to sell the eggs to someone else. I can tell you this: there ain't one breakfast spot in all of Nashville, not Barista Parlor, not Frothy Monkey, not Loveless Cafe, that has an 'Honor System' sign in their window.

After a few turns and passing signs with names like Old Mill Road, Old Cane Creek Road, and Old Sam Martin Road, you'll eventually find yourself on a new gravel road, which cuts right through a dairy farm. You'll feel like you're driving through someone's personal land, and in all likelihood, you probably are. I imagine the gentlemen I saw in denim overalls, sitting around a tractor in a pole barn, fixing a broken 'X,' look at this road like the loss of a crop; were it not there, they'd make whatever more every year on tobacco, or wheat, or corn, or simply peace of mind, no city slickers intruding, making their way to some silly rocks. Having grown up on a farm, I had a fairly strong sense of guilt as I drove past those fellas, on my way to leisurely hike a new trail, no care in the world, that I should stop and ask if they needed help, if I could grab some hay bales and go feed the cows, if there was a fence that needed mending. 30 years ago, I was one of them, sitting around a tractor, helping my Dad, dreaming of being on a trail somewhere, breathing in elevation, but that day, I wanted to trade my hiking boots for work boots, my shorts for jeans, my protein bar for a sandwich that my Mom had made that morning and given to me as I headed out to be in the field all day.

The last thing I noticed on the farm was a faded red truck, with the face of a dairy cow on it, and an inscription on the door, 'Not For Hire,' that nearly stopped me in my tracks and made me question my existence in Corporate America. Not for hire. As though it were a sign from above, to put in my notice, to drop the suit & tie, the briefcase, the laptop, the conference calls, and make my way to the dairy farm & work. But not work. Be.

A few hundred yards past the dairy farm is the parking lot, with an entrance reminiscence of an old cattle farm. Beyond this, the parking lot turns into a gravel trail for just a bit, and then you're in the woods, with a steep descent into a valley that eventually feeds into Center Hill Lake. While you won't see the lake, you will get plenty wet crossing 9 different streams, which make you feel like you're actually part of the trail, and not just a passenger on the trail. For me, these crossings made the trail quite unique, and something that will draw me back. I didn't see anyone doing it, though I do at nearby Burgess & Cummins Falls, they'd make a great place to take a dip.

This is one of my favorite Greenways not to crowded with some up hill sections to get your heart pumping and good parking

We tried out this trail last weekend and loved it. The ridge trail is pretty challenging. It was very shady though and would be a nice hike even in the heat of summer. The lakeside trail is much easier and still shady. This is going on our repeat hiking list for sure.

Lots of fun. Some decent hills and some nice views. It is very well marked and the staff is very helpful and friendly.

nice shady wooded trail. super easy. if you want go swimming then this isn't the place for you. if you want adventure then again this isn't the right place. campgrounds and bathrooms super clean though. playground as well.

I love walking on the different sections of the Greenbelt. So many neat places along the way. Great place to walk, run, or bike, and see lots of nature.

Decent trail. Pretty area. Recommend going early in the morning to avoid crowds. Not a place for solitude.