After our short, but fun stay in Nashville, we packed up the rental car and drove east towards the Smoky Mountains. The drive was beautiful, and I completely enjoyed all of the fall foliage on the way. We stayed in Sevierville, home of Dolly Parton, so we basically had a brush with greatness.
Sevierville is a really cute little town, and the bed and breakfast where we stayed was awesome. The inn keepers were fabulous, the food was delicious, and the view was unbeatable.
Our first night there, we decided to drive into town to find something for dinner. This brought us into Pigeon Forge and um……Pigeon Forge shocked us. We were totally not expecting it. We were greeted with an upside down version of the Parthenon, Mount Rushmore, King Kong climbing the Empire State Building, the Titanic running into an iceberg, lots of over the top mini golf places, elevated go-cart tracks, about a hundred pancake houses and lots and lots of bright video screens and lights advertising the many shows. It was kinda what I imagine Vegas would be like…but cheesier. We couldn’t stop laughing simply because we were so caught off guard by the whole thing. It was quite a sight to see.
We didn’t see any shows while we were there (how could we choose between The Dixie Stampede and lumberjack wars?), but we did eat a lot of great food. Like, maybe too much great food. That’s what vacation is for, though, right? We spent the next couple of days taking in the Smokies and visiting the craftsmen/artisan community in Gatlinburg. The Smoky Mountains were just gorgeous. Red. orange, and yellow leaves everywhere, cool, crisp air, and breathtaking views of the mountains. We loved every minute of it!
We did have one fantastic, slightly {read:completely} terrifying adventure. It all goes back to last fall when we were at Estes Park during the elk rut. I was so excited to see elk during our stay, and all I got was a passing, blurry glimpse of one whole elk. So, when planning for this vacation, I was reading about what kinds of creatures I might be able to spot, and I read about how the elk had recently been reintroduced to the Smokies. I was determined to find elk. Long story short…I googled from our B&B balcony where the best place to see elk would be. It pointed us towards Cataloochee Valley, which is actually across the North Carolina border. It said it would take us an hour, and part of the drive would be a windy dirt road. This sounded like a grand idea, so we used the GPS on my phone and headed out on our little adventure.
Um. When they said windy, dirt road….they weren’t kidding. And when they said part, they meant all. The road was barely wide enough for 2 cars to pass, it was definitely just dirt and gravel, and there were 100′s of tight, hair pin turns. And it was raining. And when I looked out the window I could see how far our fall to death would be had something gone wrong. There was hardly any sign of human life. Our hour long drive was more like 2, as we creeped along at about 10 mph on our road of uncertainty. I looked over at Tim and he was ghost white, and I was pretty much ready to stick my head out the door and lose my lunch. We had no cell service, and weren’t completely sure we were even going where we wanted to go. All I could think about was the news stories they would run about the couple who went into the mountains without telling anyone where they were going, how they would have to airlift us out of the bottom of the valley, and how we would ration our two bottles of water and bag of pretzel M&M’s.
We finally found some signage that signaled we were near our destination, and reached a paved road that was wider and not on the side of a mountain. I was ready to jump out of the car and kiss the ground.
I have to say, it was all totally worth it. We got to the valley and we saw this gang of female elk and calves walk out of the woods. I was jumping up and down in my seat out of excitement. Then, the bull walked out of the woods in a totally majestic way. Like Lion King style. There was another bull across the road, and you could hear them both bugleing. It.was.incredible. I have never experienced anything like it. There aren’t even words to describe the experience. I suppose pictures will have to do!
After we found an easier route and were on our way back, I asked Tim which adventure was more stressful : this, or when we got lost for an hour, in the dark, in the middle of nowhere….on our wedding night. He said this adventure won the most stressful award. So, good news everyone! I outdid myself!
All in all, it was a fantastic, relaxing vacation and the perfect way to celebrate 3 years of marriage!



















