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Travel Blogs from Maggie Valley
... so high. Troy left me there and continued on his way up to the top, the views were amazing. I was happy with what I saw from where I was sitting. We found out later that it was one of the strenuous hikes to do.
We were lucky enough to be in Gatlinburg when there was a car show in town, we have never seen so many muscle cars in our life, it was cool watching them cruise up and down the streets, hours of ...
... encountered except that it was a big one. It could have been a bear, or a boar, or even just a deer. I decided it was probably just a deer and dropped into sleep when my adrenaline rush finally wore off.
In the morning, John, one of the two Englishmen who’d been sharing the shelter commented about the ruckus in the night. “I heard the kinds of sounds bears make,” he said, “and a little while later I heard someone running into the shelter. Was that ...
... the afternoon. (I napped, Chris read a computer book or something)
Tonight we had the Sach's over to our campsite for some Spaghetti Bolognese (or however that is spelled) Chris showed off his caveman fire building skills and also managed to throw away the brand new unopened box of Graham Crackers and Marshmallows we had purchased that day. Thank you very much sir.
... compete for Britain if Mini Golf ever makes it into the Olympics. Me and Les had a team talk later that night, about how we are going to have to raise our game. I think we need to take them on at our sports. I will be suggesting a day at the bowling alley tomorrow with drinking games.
The end of the night the Sach's kindly treated us to a delicious home/camp cooked dinner consisting of yummy pork loin, gnocchi and veggies.
... a tortilla chip in it and hottness ensued. I think Chris' mouth was on fire for about the next 3 hours. After coughing up spiciness for a few minutes the guy in the shop offered him a 'cure' - a spoonful of horseradish that was meant to counteract it....he tried it but thought that was pretty much a load of cr@p.
Then back to camp for our first night of 'really' roughing it (= no showers)