Funny how something can be called a “mountain” when it really isn’t. Trempealeau Mountain in Wisconsin’s Perrot State Park.
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.
Continue reading The cloudy Smokies
Shaconage, the Cherokee name for the area of the Smoky Mountains means “land of blue smoke.”
Continue reading 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.
Continue reading Smoky Mountains, day one