At 5401 Ashland City Highway, the land has a long history of gathering. According to stories passed down by locals, it was once home to a lively riverfront bar called Locust Cove, the inspiration for our name. It was the kind of place you could reach by boat, grab a drink, pick up bait, and hear music drifting across the water. The bar is long gone, but the land still holds that same feeling of welcome and ease.

Long before that, this area was used by Indigenous peoples as a vital hunting ground. The land shaped by movement and a lasting relationship with the river. Over thousands of years, many different tribes are believed to have passed through the region, including ancestors of the Chickasaw, Cherokee, and Choctaw. We’ve found arrowheads, tools, and other quiet reminders of the generations who came before us.

But for us, this place holds a far more personal story.

For more than a decade through the ’90s and into the mid-2000s this land belonged to Houston’s best friend and became a second home to him. After his friend’s tragic passing, the property was sold. Years later, Houston tracked down the new owners and made it his mission to bring the land back into the hands of someone who cherished it.

For the past fifteen years, this land has been a refuge. A place where our family could slow down and return to what matters. Locust Tree Cove is now an extension of that sense of belonging. It’s an invitation to share in the peace and purpose we’ve found here.