It's Nashville on the River. While not quite to Memphis Levels the local humidity is somewhere north of Vietnam. I'm sure the mangy little fort out in swamp country didn't look any better back in the 18th Century when you were stuck serving there. While the Cherokee Tribes kept trying to set your damp and mildew infested fort on fire. This horrific little pile of logs is a "replica" a reduced scale replica. Built only a few years ago. In entirely the wrong place. Considering the number of actual historical locations in Nashville, the fact that this was the place Mel chose to bring her brood seems almost perfect.