Smoky Mountains, Part Three
One of Ann Marie's ideas was that we take a ride on the Great Smoky Mountains Railway. Although we laughed as we went, the ride being way too slow to feel truly authentic (roughly 15 mph, hee hee), the views were wonderful and we enjoyed the time together.
(Side note: that orange buff went everywhere with him for awhile, as seen below in the swim meet picture from the next weekend. Then, he started getting hives behind his ears, and I cheered silently that it might become an occasional, rather than an every minute, accessory.)
We always loved coming home to the cabin for a mix of calm (screens, card games) and fun (hot tubbing, badminton, more s'mores for everyone not named Soren).