Over many years Michael and I have been blessed with the opportunity to travel near and far across our great land... we have seen many a sight and witnessed a few spectacles ...
yet, all this time Michael had never been to the
Smoky Mountains...
Now, I had been... although it was many, many moons ago.
If you had had the occasion to ask me my age on my first visit there I more than likely would have answered your query in the following fashion
"I am eight going on nine"
That was the summer my Mama & Daddy moved us from Birmingham back to
Albertville, on top of
Sand Mountain.
I was fortunate enough at the beginning of the summer to have spent some time in the home of one of my older sisters.
It was during this time the luggage and children
(including myself)
were loaded into the car.
I was beside myself with anticipation!
I knew not what to expect...
the only family vacations we had ever taken were to Claremont Springs...
where the highlight of the trip was to catch tadpoles in a jar and ring the large dinner bell in the yard..
but, that is a story for another time...
In the Smoky's that summer...
I learned of taffy candy and saw it being pulled in a store front...
Saw mountain streams, experienced narrow roads and steep cliffs...
and left nose smudges on the back seat window while looking all along our route for Bear and Indians !
On a whim this past Saturday,
Michael and I threw a change of clothes in our duffels and headed north east...
For a view out the window
(for those of you that feel like a road trip up the interstate, take a gander at the slide below...)
