I've now seen mountains coast to coast. The high desert plains of California, the Rockies, and finally, the Smoky Mountains. I am definitely an east coast girl. Nature is glorious out west and the landscape is majestic, yet there is just something so warm, welcoming, and homey about the east coast mountains.
My travels took me through Sevierville and Pigeon Forge into Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Darryl had been here on a motorcycle trip with some buddies and got a kick out of staying at a hotel that was perched right on the Little Pigeon River. My oh my did he understate the congestion and commercialism of this area. I drove past Dollywood and the massive DreamMore Resort. I came. I stayed. I took no pictures.
The next morning, I got up, got packed, and headed out of town. My route took me along the Foothills Parkway. Now this is more my kind of thing.
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| Scooter is ready to climb more mountains. |
Before I knew it, I was back in the Carolinas. The road took me right past the exit for the Roe's house, and I pretty much invited myself over for lunch. That Gretchen is one of the best cooks. She can make the simplest sandwich into the yummiest meal. We sat around the table and got caught up; then Pat sent me packing with a dozen fresh eggs.
Today's tune
Man of Constant Sorry – Soggy Bottom Boys, live at the Ole Smoky Distillery
Today's Gratitude
work flowing my way
other people's prayers
Griffin always
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