We had to keep going, through Dillard, on across the line, North Carolina now, another photo op; then Franklin, Dillsboro, and finally, Cherokee. We had to stop again, needed more caffeine. Cherokee is bustling, busy, crowds are everywhere. There's so much here to see, Museum of the Cherokee Indian, Oconaluftee Indian Village, Pioneer Farmstead, Mingus Mill, the outdoor drama, Unto These Hills, the story of the Cherokee. I wish we had a week, but we can't stay.
We're in the park, Great Smoky Mountains National, the trees, the winding roads, "I see a rock!" says Matt, "we're really in some mountains now." He's not used to rounding hills, volcanic peaks are more his thought of mountain types. He looks at Mt Rainier, nearly every day, snow-covered cone.
At Newfound Gap I want to stop, a picture by the sign for Tennessee. The traffic cop says no, there is no place to park, keep going lady, it's a busy day.
Oh well, I say to Matt. I'll bring you back.
If you've never been to Dillard, Georgia, well, shame on you. The area between Clayton and Dillard is comfort territory. The hills are kind of knobby there, the creeks have carved out gorges, apple trees fare well, and oh what food you'll find to eat. The Dillard House!