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.
Can’t complain!
