We traveled to the Great Smoky Mountains recently on a rainy afternoon. Fall technically doesn't start until Tuesday afternoon, but the autumn season was already in the air in the Smokies.
They were decorating the day we were there in Gatlinburg. All the pumpkins and gourds are from a farmer in Cosby, a neighboring town where one of my dad's army buddies has lived for years.
After a delicious lunch at the Pancake Pantry, we drove up into the "smoky" mountains.
As we were driving home, the sun decided to appear through the clouds.
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