Every teardrop is a waterfall

It seemed doubtful that we could top Day#1 of our Tennessee trip but we were determined to give it a whirl.  Day#2 would consist of a driving tour through the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, hiking to a waterfall and a Lumberjack dinner show.

Driving to the Park, an inadvertent wrong turn onto the bypass became a fortunate accident as we were able to stop and take the picture above before turning around.  A slight detour and we were back on our way.

Trying to describe the scenery of the Park is nearly impossible.  Words like beautiful and breathtaking do it no justice.  A majestic backdrop with mountains and streams, it wasn’t hard to channel my inner Henry David Thoreau.

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
― Henry David Thoreau

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." - Henry David Thoreau

We drove on through the awe-inspiring landscape until we saw a mass of people on a hill taking pictures.  I stopped to ask a woman what they were all looking at and she told us that there was a momma bear and her two cubs!!!  Megan and the kids hopped out while I tried to frantically parallel park on the narrow road.

We were all excited to see them but I thought Emma’s head would explode seeing bears in real life!  Saying she loves bears would be like saying Heidi Montague likes plastic surgery.  It in no way explains the depth of her passion for them.  Inching ever closer to gain a better picture, I started to understand how people end up getting mauled by wild animals.  One step after another, the momma bear and her two cubs seemed more like adorable, animated teddy bears just begging to be scooped up and hugged.  I restrained myself and reminded Emma to do the same.  Reluctantly, we left to continue on our tour.

A 1.5 mile hike to a waterfall was on our itinerary and as thunder rumbled in the distance, we knew it would have to be a purposeful march up the mountain instead of a leisurely stroll.

We managed to make it to the waterfall with just a few sprinkles and a minimal amount of threats that complaining children may or may not be harmed in the process.

Our Kodak moment had been captured, now it was a race to the bottom before the impeding doom befell us.

We made it over a mile of the way before the skies opened up on us.

Muddy and soggy, we climbed back into the van to finish our driving tour and get back to the cabin for a hot shower.  Our dinner show awaited us…

The Lumber Jack show was funny and entertaining for both kids and grownups.  Now, just one thing left to do to make it a perfect day…

A hot tub and a glass of wine 🙂

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5 Responses to Every teardrop is a waterfall

  1. mkultra76 says:

    We went camping in the Smoky Mountains a couple of years ago. BEST VACATION EVER. Great pictures! 🙂

  2. Wow! Incredible about the Lumber Jack Feud Show! That has got to be some great story telling material. And I enjoyed your traveling partners being soaked in the rain and still laughing. That’s definitely the type of folks with whom to travel. Your daughter’s (I think it’s your daughter) expression and hand gesture is priceless! “What the heck, Mom?” All joy in continuing your journey. HF

    • Chris says:

      Haha… Yes, that one is mine. She is a ham in pictures! The Lumber Jack Feud was a lot of fun! I had to keep nudging Gerrit to remind him that eating was necessary while he watched. I think his mouth hung open the entire time, who would have thought it’d be so hard to put some food in it?

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