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.
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.
Shaconage, the Cherokee name for the area of the Smoky Mountains means “land of blue smoke.”
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.
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I came across this scene while hiking at Governor Dodge State Park today.
Late yesterday afternoon, some strong storms rolled through southern Wisconsin. I spent some time on my front porch, watching them go by. There is something very fascinating about weather — especially fast moving weather, that can captivate my attention for hours.
