Destination, Gatlinburg.

Monday, and we have been pretty much on the move since Friday morning.  Up with the sun, kind of, the sun gets up very early this time of year, so let's just say the sun had finished breakfast and was starting to wonder what was taking us so long.  But, we got the whole parade (Mother, Father, Blind Friend, and Youngest Son, the oldest son did not come along, it still kills me a little) moving.  Slowly, unsteadily, inconsistently, but going forward, for the most part.

Vacations should be lived erratically, with no real sense of purpose.  We have had vacations hurrying from place to place, rushing frantically, driven and intense, and no thank you.  I like strolling casually, weaving in and out of pedestrian traffic, touring shops, little museums, and restaraunts.

Today is the first day in the Smokey Mountains, and we have been moving in place, breakfast, coffee, and a shower, and then a Coke, and shave, brushing of the teeth, and life can begin.  If we had food we might not even leave the cabin.  But, we did not plan that well, and we did not move quickly enough so we need to get something to eat.

So we will need to head to town and get something to eat.  Of course, in Gatlinburg there are two restaurants that advertise the "best Bloody Mary in Gatlinburg," and that has been consuming me since my last trip.  Unfortunately, we did not have time to solve that riddle, we were only reconnoitering for the invasion.   This trip I plan on declaring a winner.   Stay tuned!  I hope there are still only two.

I will leave you with the view from the cabin.  Until later,