My father and I just returned from a trip to Tennessee, where we spent most of our time in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park.
When you drive through the park, it’s difficult to keep your eyes on the road as scenic views emerge.
read the rest of: Smoky Mountains, day one
Shaconage, the Cherokee name for the area of the Smoky Mountains means “land of blue smoke.”
Mountains aren’t the only things to look at in the Great Smokey Mountain National Park. Dad and I didn’t see a big variety of flowers, but in the lower elevations there seemed to be rhododendrons everywhere.
During the afternoon of our last day in the Smoky Mountains, some clouds moved in along with a little rain.
At first I was disappointed in the change of weather, but then I saw familiar scenes made beautiful in a different way.
Yesterday I realized I didn’t post any pictures of Dad (Wilmer Bloy) or myself on our trip.
The main reason Dad and I decided to go to Tennessee a few weeks ago was to attend the 80th birthday party of his cousin Jim (Happy Birthday Jim!). While we were at the party we also visited with Dad’s cousins Ruth and Janette, and their families.
Pictured here are four Bloy cousins. From left to right: James Bloy, Wilmer Bloy, Janette McCormick (née Bloy) and Ruth Zeppelin (née Bloy).
I came upon these gorgeous tiger lilies while biking Madison’s southwest bike trail yesterday.
