Our fall trip south was extended with a quick trip to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Yes it was for a time-share pitch. No we didn’t buy one. But I will say that it was a more intriguing offer than I have seen on a couple of earlier such trips.
We didn’t really do much but rest up from a fairly intense several weeks of family visits and a funeral, that of Vicki’s mother, Juanita. She was 95.
I ventured out a couple of times to try some photos without the maddening crowds. (I don’t think we want to go back to Gatlinburg for another vacation. The leaves aren’t the only thing pouring into that town in the fall. The tourists blanket the sidewalks.)
Vicki really likes the photo of the store display window, finding it a surprising counterpoint to the political views of the day, just a week or so before Election Day.
I do wish I had packed the monopod for those longer exposures. There’s only so much you can do with anchoring the Nikon against a signpost. Maybe I need to put a tripod on my Christmas wish list.
Glad we went. More glad to get home to Cadillac. We made a serious push to get back in two days, and Vicki wasn’t up to driving that first day. She slept through most of Kentucky, waking up about the time we started down the hill into Cincinnati. The Toyota Highlander pulled the trailer like a champ. We kept a speed of about 65 mph for most of it, which is that than I dared with the Sienna minivan.
Two Sheeps to the Wind 