Konehete Park where the trail begins. However, to end up back there, I think I should have taken the railroad tie "steps" to walk across the path on this old Southern Railroad trestle. I went left instead and ended up, after about three miles, beside an old train depot, where there was a farmers' market going on. I had no idea of the direction my car might be!
A very nice man, wearing a panama style hat, sat beside the open tailgate of his pickup truck at the edge of the farmers' market. He was selling green beans and such, probably among the last of the summer's bounty and was a little amused by my dilemma. (Probably because I emerged from the woods looking so confused.) :) He said I had walked a long way and that I was going to have to walk another mile of so through the downtown area of Murphy to get back to where (he thought) my car might be. This part of the walk was something I didn't envision at all. :) After a couple of wrong turns, I found my car - I wanted to hug it - and made my way back to the part of the river I know so well.
Have a lovely weekend, y'all!