Leafy-green mountain majesty
It isn’t Thursday, but I’m remembering some past trips to the Smokies, and that even though they be but little(ish), they be mighty. (Bonus video content in this post!)
It isn’t Thursday, but I’m remembering some past trips to the Smokies, and that even though they be but little(ish), they be mighty. (Bonus video content in this post!)
In a complete coincidence, I’m bringing you another tale of controversy in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park’s history. Or maybe it isn’t really a coincidence, its just a throw back to my days of being a newsie. I don’t remember ever actually running around the newsroom screaming, “If it BLEEDS, it LEADS!!!” but knowing me, its entirely within the realm of possibility. Not that I seek out controversy for the sake of it; but it does make for a more interesting plot. Scene: Another tranquil place in the Smokies. Its late March, around 60 degrees and sunny. Not many birds are out yet, so the only sounds you hear are leaves underfoot and, of course, my breathing. A gentle breeze tickles your arms and makes you grateful for the sun’s warm rays beaming on your scalp. A short walk up a slight incline will take you to the deceptively-long tunnel. I didn’t think there was much to the tunnel, until I was in its belly. Devoid of sunlight, the center of the tunnel swallows any light – …
When my parents surprised me with a weekend getaway to the Smokies, I took my oxygen and RAN!