The Fall Line

Rocky Mount, North Carolina is the place where the Coastal Plane meets the Piedmont. This location is called the Fall Line. It is defined by the place on the Tar River where you can no longer paddle upstream. As you can see, the Rocks emerging from the river make it impossible. The Fall Line stretches across several of the Eastern States running right through Rocky Mount. It is often marked with water falls flowing from upper level of the Piedmont to the lower level of the sandy Coastal Plane. At this point, cargo and boats had to be portaged across the falls, in order to continue the journey.

Towns grew up along the Fall Line because of the power that was gained from the river; and because this became the stopping off place for early explorers, as they traveled to the interior of the country. If you look across the river you can see Rocky Mount Mills. It was a cotton mill for many years, powered by the Tar River dam. It had its own electric generator that provided power to the machines. It is now being renovated into office space and restaurants.

Life’s flow starts smoothly

Only to find rocks waiting

Midlife marks Fall Line

Can we get past life’s challenge

Some can’t get beyond the rocks

Others rise above

Finding smoother sailing there

Whitewater ahead

Life’s wild ride

Photos: Dwigth L. Roth

49 thoughts on “The Fall Line

  1. There’s no doubt about it: we all have to get over our Fall Lines. Praise God that His strength is perfect when our strength is small as we trust in Him! And then there’s that “divine cordial”, Romans 8:28. (Such a cute picture of your grandson!)

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    • I believe the name Tar River came from the early days when pine tar was a commodity to trade with. Eastern NC is covered with pine trees so it was fairly easy to extract the tar from the trees. The rocks are wonderful to hike on. We used to go there quite often.

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      • Oh ok, I never would have thought pines had tar. I’ve heard of pine tar soap but never thought twice about its origins. I could see meditating on one of the rocks on a quiet morning or at sunset.

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  2. Such beauty and peace in these photos. A ‘hundred’ years ago, we had gone to the Smoky Mountains and stayed in a simple motel. Husband wanted to explore the area and we drove into North Carolina to a small town called Maggie Ville. I think that was the name. Not been to NC since then. I knew how beautiful the land was at that time, and had thought it would be good to go back some other time. But life got in the way!

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