"At the foot of Dear Old Smoky"
Growing up, we didn't have air conditioning in our house. On exceptionally hot weekends, we would load up the car and drive up to the mountains. We would go tubing in the river, swim, and have picnics. I didn't find out until just a few years ago that the reason we did that was because Daddy couldn't stand the hot house.
When we get together at my parents' house and look at slides from our growing up years, we notice something very suspicious. The family will be in the mountains, and then there would be a baptism! Gotta love that mountain air!
There was a place in the road that we would always look for: the Indian Head. (At least, I think that's what it was called.) I think time & weather have worn it away; I don't think it's there any longer.
An obligatory picture at the entrance is a must:
To me, one of the most beautiful places is Cades Cove. It doesn't matter how many times I've been there, I take at least 20 pictures each time!
My dad's picture in the late 60's-early 70's:
There's plenty of hiking, waterfalls, wildflower watching, and wildlife watching. From time to time, there are "bear jams" on the roads. There is a picnic area as well as a camping area.
The camping area is wooded, and only has toilet facilities...no shower. Also, there is no electricity or water at the sites.
If you've never been, the Great Smoky Mountains are a beautiful place to visit!