National Parks, TN

Sometimes I wonder if my aura is a vagrant cloud influencing the climate around me. When I went to the Sahara desert, it rained. When I went to the Hoh rainforest, it was dusty. And when I went to the Smoky Mountains National Park, I was tempted to light up a cigarette to capture the quintessential Smoky Mountain picture. You know the one, with sinuous fog and mirage-like mountains. I suppose this picture will do until another visit...

Of course, I'm being sarcastic. I was ecstatic the jeweled leaves weren't shrouded in the usual mist. The prismatic fall light of the northeast is incomparable.

Length of Stay

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5 anchors, even though Tennessee has only one national park. It is gorgeous, but notice how I don't have any pictures of a rivulet (yes I've always wanted to use that word) or a charming songbird. It's because we were halted in bumper to bumper traffic for two hours on a major artery. If I'm going to move to Tennessee because of one national park, I had better be in love with it. I wasn't by the time we left. Traffic leeches your soul, even as a passenger (thank you driver!) My heart goes out to Californians.