. . . the journey westward has begun. Today was rather gloomy, foggy, misty and rainy in Asheville.
We drove through the Smoky Mountains today . . the foliage, although past its prime, was still very colourful. Stopped at one of the pullouts and the Master Painter presented me with this vista. Everything was shrouded in cloud/fog/mist except for the brilliant green grass waaay down. It was sparkling like a jewel and just the perfect timing . . . a few minutes later the ray of sun was gone.
|The sun peeking through|
|The Old Mill|
We went through Gatlinburg, Tennessee which we were surprised to find very commercialized. The streets were teeming with people and it reminded me of Banff, Alberta.
Onward to Pigeon Forge . . the name is so quaint that we drove through it, not around it. Spotted this Old Mill . . .. gorgeous. The water wheel was not in working order, and the mill has been converted to a restaurant which is doing a roaring business. By this time it was getting late so we forged on ahead to Nashville. Sooo, here we are in Nashville, Tennessee . . having to pinch myself once again . . never, ever thought we would be here. Thinking we will pay a visit to the Grand ‘Ol Opry . . . after all it is here and so are we, and legendary at that.
Still feeling crappy!