Olde English Tudor Inn Gatlinburg
135 W. Holly Ridge Rd. Gatlinburg, Tennessee, 37738, United States
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The Final Chapter
... the Mini was done for. But that traffic was a blessing as it allowed me to missing the super red cells that I was heading for into Chattanooga. I arrived at home just around 9 and exhausted. Basil did great with just some moaning and groaning during heavy traffic, but got me home safe in the rain and carnage. I could not have asked for a better friend. This is going to be a great ...
O Holy Night
... there was a train running through a miniature village and stables for the (plastic) reindeer.
When we were finished looking around, it was time to check into our hotel. We stayed at The Inn at the Christmas Place. This hotel is wonderful! It is decorated for Christmas 365 days a year. They say they could never get tired of what Christmas is really all about. Every part of the hotel is decorated. ...
STRIP; NOT A CUTTING, NOT A DANCE, BUT A... BLAST!
... THE STRIP. THERE WAS
SO MUCH TO SEE. WE WATCHED A TAFFY
MASTER MAKE TAFFY.THIS WAS VERY
INTERESTING. HE MADE IT LOOK SO EASY.
WHILE WE WERE THERE HE MADE CHERRY
TAFFY AND GAVE OUT SAMPLES (SO, WARM
AND GOOEY!) I, ALSO, BOUGHT SOME MAPLE
FUDGE. SO, GOOD!
WE ATE AT SEVERAL OTHER PLACES
BESIDES THE MILL, INCLUDING THE WOOD
GRILL. WE, ...
CANTERBURY WINE... NOT A DRINK BUT SO INTOXICATING
... IT WAS IN
A TWENTY-FOUR HOUR GATED-COMMUNITY.
YOU COULD NOT GET IN WITHOUT A PASS.
THE DRIVE UP TO THE CABIN WAS, ALSO,
VERY PRETTY. MOST OF THE CABINS
WERE DECORATED FOR CHRISTMAS SO
IT WAS A PRETTY DRIVE UP. THE CABIN,
TO ME, WAS BREATH TAKING. I COULD
NOT GET OVER HOW MANY LIGHTS THIS
CABIN HAD AND FANS, AS A MATTER
OF FACT. EVEN THE CEILINGS WERE
...
I Will Always Love You!
... through the breathtaking Great Smoky Mountains, and my are they great! We reached over 5,000ft altitude and went from a warm day to snow on the roads within minutes ... very odd. Clearly a popular ski location, there was chalet after chalet. We drove on (with DP's Greatest Hits blastin', obvs) and finally reached what we thought would be a quaint town. How wrong we were! It's like Blackpool! We checked into our hotel, and hit the sack.
It's D day ... we ...


