On our first day in the Smokies, Krisitine and I walked a mountain trail overlooking Cade's Cove, a valley that supported a farming community for almost 200 years. Here's a view from above:
Along the way, we passed flame azaleas wreathed out in blossoms.
We also passed a couple of deer that let us pass within about fifteen feet. While they kep a close watch on us, I suspect they were more concerned about a possible handout than about our possibly doing them harm. Unfortunately, our pictures of those didn't come out.
The next day, we followed a popular trail to an outcropping known as Charlie's Bunion. The Bunion itself isn't especially noteworthy, but as one of the Smokies' rare open peaks, it offers nice vistas of the surrounding areas.
While eating our lunch. we noticed some of the Smokies' namesake clouds passing in the distance.
After eating, we ambled to the other side of the Bunion and observed that the clouds weren't so much passing as barrelling toward us.
And soon they overtook us.
The temperature instantly dropped about five degrees when they hit.
When we got back to camp that night, a Baptist youth group was pitching their tents on three sites across from ours. As it happened, the water tap was on one of their sites, which would have been handy had they converted anyone on the spot.
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