Natchez Trace State Park is a 10,154-acre (4,109 ha) state park located in western Tennessee.
Natchez Trace State Park was named for the famous Natchez Trace, a Natchez, Mississippi-to-Nashville highway that was an important wilderness road during the late 18th and early 19th centuries. A western spur of the trace ran through part of the modern-day park. With the many acres of scenic woodlands, the park includes four lakes, a swimming beach, a 47 room resort inn and restaurant complex, cabins, group lodge, camping areas, picnicking sites, playgrounds, a ballfield, a regulation pistol firing range, picturesque hiking trails, a wrangler camp, 250 miles (400 km) of horse riding trails, a park store, and archery range. Natchez Trace is located in Carroll, Henderson, and Benton counties, near the unincorporated community of Wildersville. Interstate 40 bisects the park, which is roughly equidistant from Memphis and Nashville. The park is the home to the third largest pecan tree in the world.
The park was built during the New Deal on land bought from residents who could no longer farm due to erosion.
Read more about Natchez Trace State Park: Water Activities, Horseback Riding, Playgrounds and Sports Fields
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