I first discovered this location several years ago on the road home from Erin, TN (where I had spent the weekend at a Civil War re-enactment).
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
–– William Wordsworth