As we left the cabin we called home for a week, we motored past the kudzu-covered silos that we passed every day that week on our way out of the neighborhood. We drove down through Cherokee, North Carolina to the Blue Ridge Parkway.
The vistas were marvelous and it didn’t take very long for us to realize that the Great Smoky Mountains are called the Great Smoky Mountains for a reason.
After a while, we got on the interstate and headed for home. It was a wonderful week with good friends in a very beautiful part of this country.