Big day in the Smokies today...
The Little Pigeon was muddy this morning, after yesterday's rain.
The Smokies were Smokey.
In Sevierville or Pigeon Forge.
Road to the park, above. In the Park, below.
I took his picture, he took my picture, I put them together.
Yesterday, I got someone to take our picture, but today, I thought I would try this.
When you are dead, dead and gone, do you think someone will care enough to hand carve you a remembrance like this?
Baptist Church at Cades Cove in the National Park.
Or, maybe someone will remember you like this. There were many Tipton markers in the two cemeteries I visited in the park.
Methodist Church on the hill in the park.
Ever see one of these?
Aunt Becky Cades, and her house below.
It looks large here, but it seem very small on the inside.
Sevier County was very rough, mountainous, forested country. I think if you were a farmer here in the early 180\0's, you would have had a hard time just getting by. It was all up one steep, brush, tree covered hill and down another.
Blount County, the next county over was more rolling hills with some mountains and more open farmland. We went through Blount, Polk, and are now in Bradley. All these counties look like much better farming land than the edge of the Smokies. It is like the difference between Newton County and Springfield.
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maybe they mined there or made moonshine
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