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Friday, June 29, 2012

Noticed I’m getting a little testy here

With temps topping out around 107* today, I wasn’t very interested in doing much of anything.  My patience wears very thin when it’s that hot.  The AC machine is as stressed as I feel, as it could only keep things down to 87 most of the day.  It was still 101 when I took a dip in the pool this evening around 7:45.  That settled me down quite a bit.
I guess it’s a good thing that I can talk about yesterday afternoon’s trip, as I don’t want to talk about today. 
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When I finished the post last night, Emma and I were enjoying our lunch at a nice picnic area.  My plan was to take the Balsam Mountain Road on a loop around the southeastern part of the National Park.  I was not aware that this was an unpaved road once you left the picnic area.  As we took a little walk down the road, I was skeptical as to whether or not my little Ford Focus was up to this challenge.  I think it was a 28 mile drive to the town of Cherokee, and my guide said it would take an hour.  It looked pretty lumpy to me, and I had observed quite a few folks turning into the drive, but then backing out.
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As I read further into the auto touring guide that I had purchased, it said that the road was maintained for passenger cars in the summer, so I thought, “What the heck.  I’ll give it a try.”  I’m glad I did, but I wished I had been driving a jeep or truck to be honest about it.  It was mainly a downhill drive in the deep forest of the park, so there were very few opportunities to find scenic views of the Smokies.
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It was too late to observe all the spring wildflowers, but I did find enough blooms along the slow going road to keep me interested.  I’m not sure how anyone could drive this road in an hour.  Granted that I stopped for pictures, but it took me almost three hours to do it.
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There were some places where I could pull over, and I took those opportunities to walk Emma up and down the road.  This certainly was a road less traveled that I had chosen.  I imagine it is much busier on a weekend, but I thought it was wonderful on a Thursday afternoon. 
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On the second half of the drive, we followed along a nice creek bed.  The roadway was a lot smoother along this section, and I rolled down my window to enjoy the sound of the rushing water.  It was pretty warm, but at least it wasn’t in triple digits.
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I didn’t see any wild life until I rounded a bend and found this ruffed grouse about to cross the road.  I’ve seen a lot of ruffed grouse in my time, but they’re usually only fleeting glances as the birds explode out of the dense forest in a flurry of wings.  I had a full couple of minutes to enjoy the gorgeous plumage of this bird before it casually strolled back into the forest.  What a treat.
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As I finished the drive on Balsam Mountain Road, I ended up at the back end of the Cherokee Trout Fish Hatchery with no idea which way to turn.  I chose to turn right, which was a mistake.  I eventually turned around here, and took a picture of this sign to show what Dave Watty Rd looks like printed in the Cherokee language. 
Being rather lost, I decided to plug in Jack-in-the-Box so he could direct me home.  Nice idea, but it took forever to gather the satellite  signal because of the mountains and dense forest on the Cherokee Indian Reservation.  Uf-dah!  It eventually directed me down a road with multiple speed bumps.  This can’t be right.  I hailed an elderly couple riding in a golf cart and told them I was lost. 
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With their help, I was able to drive seven more miles to the town of Cherokee, leave the reservation, and eventually make my way home through the driving nightmare of Pigeon Forge.  It had been a long but exciting day of travel for both Emma and I.
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

Thursday, June 28, 2012

A hot day for a black dog

The forecast for today was temps at 100+*, so early on I packed up Emma and my lunch and headed for the mountains.  It turned out to be an excellent decision.  I wanted to visit some areas I hadn’t been to on my trip to the Great Smoky Mountains last week. 

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My destination was the Balsam Mountain Road in the North Carolina portion of the National Park.  Little did I know that it would involve 225 miles of driving, getting lost (once again), and a real adventure on some roads less traveled. IMG_9072Of course, I couldn’t resist stopping for some more stunning views of the Smokies along the way.  Photos just can’t really capture the magnitude and peacefulness of these old mountains that just roll on and on and on.

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In order to get to the road I wanted to investigate, I had to slip out of the National Park for a bit and traverse a section of the Blue Ridge Parkway.  Yahoo!  One more thing checked off of my bucket list.

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What a great name for this parkway!  This photo is not enhanced at all.  It truly does have a blue hue as the mountains spread out as far as the eye can see.  The Blue Ridge…different than the Rockies, but breathtaking in a different way.

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As I came to the border of the Blue Ridge Parkway and the Great Smoky Mountain National Park once again, I visited the Mason Marker.

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Emma and I stopped for lunch at a picnic area along the Heintooga Ridge Road.  Unlike our experience on Father’s Day, we had no problem finding a rustic table to enjoy a peaceful repast.  I don’t think I’ve mentioned it, but this National Park does not charge an entrance fee.  There are no gates to go through where you have to pay or produce your senior pass.  First time I’ve run into that.  It seems when the park was formed, it was decided there would be no charge since families had to be removed from their homesteads.  It was felt that there shouldn’t be a charge for these folks to return to visit the graves of their ancestors, so we now all benefit from that decision.  I’m sure many of the people that had lived in these mountains when Great Smoky Mountain National Park and The Blue Ridge Parkway were formed resented having to abandon their homes.  I’m happy to visit here, but sad for the families that were uprooted to provide these treasured places.

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Now to the highlight of the morning on this glorious day.  As Emma and I were coming down the trail from the picnic area, a bird flushed in front of us.  I recognized it as a dark-eyed junco, and had a feeling that I might find a nest nearby.  Sure enough, I found three eggs in a little nest on the ground tucked into the side of the trail.  I took a quick shot and we continued on our way to the car.  Later, I returned, without Emma, to find mama junco back incubating the eggs.  How cool is that?

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This afternoon held more adventures, but I’ll save that for tomorrow since this post is long enough.  It was 101* when we got back to the rig at 6:30 tonight.  Thank goodness the pool was open tonight so I could cool off!

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Emma’s home

I couldn’t pick Emma up yesterday from her stay in the kennel for two reasons.  First, I didn’t get home until after the pick up time, and secondly I wanted her to have a bath, nail clip, and gland expression (what ever the heck that means).  The groomer has Tuesdays off, so I opted for a Wednesday pick up. 

She was happy to see me for about 30 seconds until she noticed others in the room.  That’s the way she is.  She’d readily go live with someone else, anyone else.  A Lab she’s not.  I suppose we fit well together since we’re both of a sort of independent nature.  It’s just that my nature has slowed down a bit, and she’s still gung ho no matter what.  Oh well, we headed back to the rig and she collapsed in the bedroom to sleep the afternoon away.  She always comes back exhausted from her stays at the ‘spa’.  She sure smells good, and her hair feels fluffy.  It’s kind of ironic that her stay in the kennel was more expensive than what my trip cost me including gas money and the expensive motel.  I think there’s something wrong with that picture.

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Parent Eastern Kingbirds were busy this evening feeding this year’s crop of young in the campground.  The red lining in the young bird’s mouth elicits a feeding response from the adult. (not a very good photo, but it’s a good demonstration of an adaptation)

As I expected, my sister Pam was not interested in just sitting around a campground for a week at Buckhorn COE park.  Stanley also wasn’t too thrilled with my description of the drive on the route they would be taking.  So today we went to plan B.  While I was wandering around on my way home yesterday I picked up quite a bit of info on eastern Kentucky.  I cancelled my reservation at Buckhorn, and made a new reservation at Jenny Wiley State Resort Park in Kentucky for a week.  There’s lots to see in the area, and since it’s a resort park, there’s even a matinee Broadway musical performance during the week we’ll be staying there.  In all of my travels, I’ve never seen a musical theater production at a state park before.  An additional perk was that Kentucky gives a 10% reduction in campground rates for seniors whether or not you are a state resident.  I appreciate that.  That means I’ll have a pull-through site with 50 amps and water for $19/night.  Cool beans!

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Like much of the rest of the country, we’re experiencing a heat wave in Tennessee.  The temp at 8:00 tonight was 86*, so I donned my swimsuit as I’ve been accustomed to doing here and headed for the pool.  When I got there, it was locked up.  What’s up with that?  I’ll check that out tomorrow as the temps for the next four days or so are supposed to be 100+! 

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

It’s good to be home…I think

After my expensive, quiet motel last night, I decided to pass on having a room service breakfast since it would have cost me about $15.  Instead, I had a sausage McMuffin for $1.06.  Winking smile  I was leaving Lexington by eight in the morning and thought I’d take a little detour on my way back to check out the COE campground where my sister and I have made reservations for the second week in July.  It’s on Buckhorn Lake in Kentucky.

“Jack-in-the-Box” agreed with the directions to get there in my COE book, so that was a good thing.  I imagined myself to be my brother-in-law, Stan, driving his motorhome since this is the route that he would take from the north.  Even in my car it was a slow up and down, very curvy, skinny 50+ miles through the mountains of eastern Kentucky.  Occasionally I went as fast as 40 mph, but most of the drive was in the 20-30 mph range.  When I finally found the campground, it was a little less than I expected for a COE park.  The sites were quite close together, and not very long.  I thought they’d border Buckhorn Lake, but they didn’t.  I’m not sure where the lake was.  I never saw it.  The waterfront sites that we reserved are along a small river. 

It’s also really located in the middle of nowhere, and it would take hours to get to any place to visit or tour.  I’m sure it’s quite nice if you are a fisherman, but none of us are.  I’m having second thoughts about meeting there and am looking into other possibilities.  The route I would take there from here only involves about 20 miles of tortuous driving, but I think I’ll go with my gut feeling unless Pam and Stan just want to stay in camp and relax for a week.  I’m glad I took the time and the extra 120 miles to check this place out.

When I got back to the Escapees Raccoon Valley park, I was relieved.  There’s nothing like coming home.  It’s nice to visit family and stay with them, and I occasionally enjoy a stay in a motel, but nothing beats my own bed and routine.

While I was at Robyn’s, I had my mail delivered but didn’t really go through it until today.  June is when my insurance on the rig and toad are due so I planned to take care of that this afternoon.  When I opened the bill, I almost passed out.  It was more than 80% higher than I’ve paid for the last six years!  I gave my agent a call in Sioux Falls, and he’s going to get back to me tomorrow after he investigates it.  Yes, I had a claim last summer when I got the rig up close and personal with a tree, but that hardly seems reason to me to almost double my cost.  Isn’t that why you have insurance?

I managed to get most everything unpacked from the car this afternoon.  You know, when I go to the Chicago area I have to pick up some special items that I can’t find in other areas of the country.  I bought a small Styrofoam cooler so I could transport some great cold cuts, good rye bread, and Italian beef back for my freezer.  There were a few other items also.  I sure did come back with more than I left with.  Smile

As I went to store my suitcase under the bed, I noticed some evidence of some unwanted residents.  Upon further investigation, it seems a family of mice had found some green sponge like stuff and made a not so little nest in the past.  I’m guessing it happened while I was at Anahuac NWR last winter.  (I don’t use the stuff under the bed very often)  The green foam came from an ironing board thingy that I had for when I used to iron my clothes.  I gave that up some time ago, but kept the pad just in case.  So, out came the vacuum and I sucked up the debris.  Yuck!  I had to get out my rubber gloves to dispose of a couple of petrified little bodies.  Apparently I had trapped the mother.  It was a disgusting task, but now I guess I’ll have to give up ironing for sure!  All’s well that ends well…

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

Monday, June 25, 2012

A better choice

Yesterday afternoon, I decided to look up a motel to stay in for tonight.  Thankfully, Dennis refreshed my memory about how to go about doing that.  Being the frugal person I am, I told Robyn I was choosing the cheapest place listed ($42) to stay in Lexington, KY.  I’m taking two days to get back to the rig, and Lexington was a distance of about 330 miles.  Before I made the reservation, Robyn suggested that I read the reviews on this particular motel (Microtel).  I certainly don’t have dumb kids.  Here’s what I found:

Buddy D. from Elkhorn City, KY – Wouldn't stay again

Stayed Jun 2008, 1 day

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I should have know before checking in here witnessing a man enter his room with what appeared to be a prostitute. Mind you this was really late at night so it more then likely was. Room was way too much for the room and amenities offered. Would recommend the motel 6 super 8 or even knights inn at this same exit. These are all cheaper cleaner and with more friendly staff. Parking lot was dark and appeared dangerous. Parking lot was full of beat up broken down cars and panel trucks. Made me feel a child molestor could pop put at any minute. Room key would only open outside entrance 5/10 times made quick entry from scary parking lot near impossible. Rooms are old and dated thought they have new spreads and carpet but 80s feel overall. My room had semen stains all over them and the window bench. Bathroom had paint all over the floor I assume they had just painter the bathtub or something. Worst of all was the smell of cooked heroin emitting from the room was almost unbearable. Toilet was stopped up from brown present left in it. It was late so i decided to just tough it out for a few hours and then get back on the road. Would never stay again front desk was very unhelpful and unfriendly would not let met make an late checkout as I arrived late. However this may have been a blessing as the room was from hell. Definitely do not want to linger or sleep here neighbors were loud all night with their tv and talking. This was on a week night I can't imagine this place on the weekends. Total dump for non dump prices. How they get away with it is beyond me.

The more I read, the more we laughed.  I could just picture myself in this horrible circumstance.  Lest you think this was just one disgruntled customer, the other three reviews were negative as well, but this review was a beaut!!

I’ve ended up at the Four Points Sheraton for more than twice the price, but Robyn can rest easy that this is a very clean motel in a clean neighborhood, and just off of the interstate.  If I had more ambition, I’d use the workout room and the pool, but I’m guessing that’s not going to happen.

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Since I wasn’t driving the whole 520 miles in one day, I contacted Nan and John Talley about meeting for lunch as I drove through Indianapolis.  Many of you know how fun it is to meet fellow bloggers, and put real faces to our cyber friends.  I was shocked when they gifted me with that Giuseppe Armani Bald Eagle sculpture that you see in Nan’s hands.  It is beautiful.

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We then had lunch at the Fireside Brewhouse in Greenwood, IN.  The food was very good, and way more than I could eat.  Thanks Nan and John.  It was great getting to know you, and I wish you Happy Trails as you begin your fulltime journey in about a week.  Open-mouthed smile

I so seldom stay in motels that when I do, I like to take advantage of room service if it is available.  Sorry to say, that late lunch was so large and filling that I just can’t think about eating this evening.  Ah well, maybe for breakfast?

Just think, if I had made a different choice, I could be shooting heroine or watching hookers tonight instead of the calm TV watching I’ll be doing…

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

Sunday, June 24, 2012

What a party!

You can probably guess how I spent my time for the last three days.  Friday was busy getting everything ready for Robyn’s retirement party, Saturday was the party, and today was cleanup from the party.  Whew!

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One of the things I helped set up was the remembrance table.  Robyn had kept a scrapbook of her Army years, there were a couple of framed pictures, and we configured the soldier saluting the flag in the middle.  On Friday night, my oldest son Dan with his wife Crystal, my youngest son Andy with his daughter Ruby, and my ex-husband arrived from Minnesota.  Dan and Crystal camped out in a tent in the back yard while Andy and Ruby joined us to sleep inside the house.  We had quite the boisterous group, and I had all three kids to visit with.

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We put up a canopy in the driveway with tables and chairs underneath.  There were more tables in the garage, and plenty of seating in the back yard around the pool.  The d├ęcor was decidedly patriotic. Tons of food had been ordered, and many relatives and friends brought scrumptious dishes as well.  The cake depicted a set of dog tags with her entry date and retirement date along with her Sergeant First Class stripes.

The set up was running pretty smoothly until we opened the box with the cake.  Can you believe they spelled her name wrong?  On the right hand section it read Robyn Lark instead of Robyn Lapko.  You can bet that a last minute run back to the cake maker ensued for the correction.

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The hours for the party were from 11:00 a.m. until 11:00 p.m., and it wasn’t long before people started showing up.  I’m certainly not going to tell you who all the people in this and the ensuing pictures are because I didn’t even know most of them.  I will, however, point out some for you to take note of.  Winking smile That’s my youngest granddaughter, Ruby, in the pink dress in the middle bottom row with her almost worn out, but proud grandmother in the pic to the left.  Very bottom right is my son, Daniel, and his wife, Crystal.

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That’s my sister, Pam, and b-i-l, Stan, in the top left picture.  Retiree Robyn along with Phoebe in the bottom right.  I think Dennis’ latest estimate of how many people attended is about 82.  That’s a lot of folks!

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Tons of kids were visitors, and you can see where all of them ended up.  Andy and Ruby are in the top middle.  With that many kids and the pool being used for about nine hours, it wasn’t a surprise that the water was looking a bit cloudy by the end.  Confused smile  I’ll leave it to your imagination to figure out why.

It was a great party, and all of us were pretty done in by the end.  I’m very proud and thankful that Robyn was willing and able to serve her country for twenty years.  Because of her and countless others that have been committed to defend our freedoms, we continue to benefit as citizens of what I think is the greatest country on earth.  (Being the mother of three children that have either served or are still serving, I am admittedly biased and make no excuses for that.)

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Made it to Dyer, IN, in one day

My trip here yesterday was long, 515 miles, but I made it in one day.  I know I would have never done that if I had been driving the rig.  The roads in places were less than wonderful, and the wind would have been a factor in a high profile vehicle.  I had a couple of offers of places to stay for the night along the road, but once I had John Denver and Peter, Paul, and Mary belting out their tunes, I sang my way through the last 250 miles.  I truly appreciated the offers, but wasn’t ready to stop at two in the afternoon.

Shortly after 5:00, I found myself in Robyn’s driveway.  I think just about any meal I don’t have to prepare myself is delicious, so it was a treat to sit down to a meal brought in by Dennis’ mother.  A dip in their pool with the grandgirls in the early evening went a long way to relax the stiff joints from the long drive.

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First thing this morning, grandgirls Avery and Phoebe pointed out the mama and papa geese across the road and all their babies.  When they were all lined up in the water, I counted seven little ones. 

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In the late morning, I accompanied Robyn on one of her work trips to provide a patient with needed medical equipment.   We were stuck in traffic for quite a while as we passed this famous skyline on the back side of the Loop in Chicago.  It’s hard to mistake what I will always refer to as the ‘John Hancock Building’.  I think it’s now called the Morris Tower/Building.  It certainly is a behemoth.67 On the way to NC 201245After a time consuming drive, we arrived at the West Suburban Medical Center.  While she went inside to work with the patient, I got in my exercise for the day.

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I did walking laps around the top level of the parking garage.  My back and hip seemed to be better today, so I was able to get in some good walking finally.  Even though we were over six miles due west, ‘Big John’ was still a part of the landscape.  In the four years Robyn has been doing this job, she’s been to about 75 different  facilities in Illinois, Indiana, and Iowa.  She does an awful lot of driving, and is very comfortable zipping around the Chicago metropolitan area.  I prefer to be the passenger these days.  There seems to be a lot more people on the roads than when I was first learning to drive and the Kennedy, Dan Ryan, and Eisenhower Expressways were pretty new.  It took us about five hours to get to this one fitting and back home again.  Smile with tongue out

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After supper, Avery and Phoebe demonstrated their bicycle riding skills around the swimming pool.  Rain showers moved through this afternoon lowering the temperatures, so we passed up taking a dip this evening. 

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Little Phoebe is a year older than when I saw her last year, and has grown out of the lopsided gait of a toddler.  She fairly flies around now that she’s almost three.  Her language skills have improved as well, so I’m no longer just ‘Belt’, I’m now Gramma Belt.  Guess that means I’ll have to stop calling her ‘Buckle’.Sad smile

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Things that go bump in the morning.

Emma and I were out for a walk and a stop at the dog yard pretty early this morning.  Since temps will be hovering in the 90’s this week, it’s the best time to be out.  Wonder of wonders, another dog even joined us, and they ran around together for a bit.  There’s finally another dog here that isn’t one of those teeny weenie little things.  Their owners tend to avoid Emma’s exuberance (and rightly so).  “Ginger” was bigger, older, and wiser than Ms. Em, so it was good for both dogs.

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I’m going to toss in a couple of my other ‘smoky’ photos, from the other day, tonight.  It’s been hot enough here the last few days that I’m presently sitting inside with the AC going, and I took off my shoes and socks!  One of the rarest sights on earth is for me to be found without my shoes and socks on during daylight hours. Surprised smile  I’m just not one of your flip-flop types of girls.  Never have been, and never will be.  It’s a challenge for me to walk to the swimming pool here with only Crocs on my feet. (and I’ve been making fine use of that pool to cool off)

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As I was peacefully sitting at the table this morning reading Rick’s blog about the “Ten best things to see in Victoria, BC”, I was abruptly shaken by a loud bang as the rig rocked a bit.  My reaction was, “Holy Cow” (or something similar with four letters).  My passenger’s side neighbor was pulling out this morning and his great big fifth wheel slammed into my awning!  As he stopped, I flew out of my chair to get to the door.  He started to back up, and I hit the button to retract the awning before he did more damage.  He obviously was not paying close enough attention to his mirrors and cut the corner too sharply.  I just had that whole awning replaced last summer.  Luckily, it only appears to have scraped some paint off of the end cap of my awning, but he has a memorable gouge in the side of his rig.  That’s not the way I wanted to start the day.  My heart was pounding, which the gentleman apologized for. 

Gainseboro TNOnce I recuperated from that little excitement, I spent the rest of the day packing my bag and getting the rig ready to leave it for almost a week.  With dropping Emma off at the kennel tomorrow, it will be a drive of just over 500 miles to Dyer, IN.  Don’t know if I’ll attempt it all in one day or not.  We’ll see how things go.  I’ll gain an extra hour by skipping back into the Central Time Zone, and tomorrow is the first day of summer.  That means the most amount of daylight we’ll see this year.  I’d like to avoid a motel if I can, but I’ll stop if I get tired.  Too bad Sam doesn’t live in southern Indiana.  Winking smile  He has offered numerous times to welcome weary travelers.

Well, it seems like I should take one more dip in the pool tonight before I make my picnic lunch for tomorrow’s trip.  I’ll talk to you next from near the great city of Chicago.

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Great Smoky Mountains National Park–first impressions

This National Park has been on my to see list for a long time, so this morning I headed out to get there.  In the Escapees’ park guide, it says it’s an hour away.  Well, it’s a little more than that because you have to travel through Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg to get there.  That involves about twenty miles of slow travel through tourist heaven.  FOR ME, I just don’t know what sharks, an upside down mansion looking thing, a wax museum with Godzilla clinging to a replica of the Empire State Building on the outside, and the Titanic have to do with the Great Smoky Mountains, but then I’m not Dolly Parton.  I slid past the turn for Dollywood as well.

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My first stop was the Sugarlands Visitor Center where I spoke with a very nice seasonal ranger.  I explained that I had a couple of weeks to visit the park, and that I could only do limited hiking/walking.  She was very helpful and directed me to this first trail which was very near the visitors center.  For a while it followed this creek, and I’m wondering if these might be wild azaleas blooming.

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My destination was Cataract Falls.  I made a note to myself to put my walking stick in my car.  I had to cross the creek a couple of times, and sure wished I had it with me.  This park receives more visitors per year than any other National Park, and is exceeded in visitor numbers only by the Blue Ridge Parkway.  One half of the population of the US lives within a two day travel distance to the Great Smoky Mountains.  I’m thinking that one fourth of the US population was visiting today!  Disappointed smile  Perhaps I should have chosen a day other than Sunday to visit??

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It was 1932 when the Newfound Gap road was established, and these are some of the first visitors to drive the road.  I did that same road today, but forgot to wear my high heeled boots and furs.

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I stopped at the Morton Overlook to enjoy my picnic lunch.  I tried stopping at the Chimney Tops picnic area, but it was jam packed with people, and not one picnic bench was available.  I guess folks around here come out to the picnic grounds for the day as many had set up screen tents and almost all were grilling out.  A big difference from the picnic areas in Yellowstone.  But what a view I had!  You can certainly understand how the Smokies got their name.

Next up was Clingmans Dome.  It was a seven mile drive up to the highest point in the Great Smoky Mountains.  The Dome tops out at 6,643’, and is the third highest summit east of the Mississippi River.  As I drove up, however, the clouds moved in and by the time I reached the top you couldn’t see a thing and it began to rain.  Guess I’ll have to try another day for those scenic views.

On the way back down, I pulled off the road at a spot that turned out to be the highlight of my day.  Long before ‘Bucket Lists’ were popular, I made a list of ‘Things I’d Like to Do’.  On that list was hiking the Appalachian Trail.  I know it’s too late for me to do that now, but today I got a little taste.

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                                      After going off the beaten path a ways, I came upon this sign.

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                                                                              I looked right…

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…and I looked left.  It was everything my mind had conjured up over the years.  I walked a ways to the left through the moss covered logs and just imagined making it all the way to Maine.  The serenity was only interrupted by the sweet song of birds.  What a wonderful moment it was for me.

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I set the camera on one of those moss covered logs to document that I had actually walked on the Appalachian Trail.  It wasn’t a long hike, but it did bring tears to my eyes.  Funny how that happens the older I get.  It was a perfect moment in time for me that I will never forget.

I’ve only scratched the surface of this wonderful National Park.  Good thing I’ll be in the area for a while.

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy