First, you have pancakes
Trip Start Sep 04, 2010
49Trip End Sep 30, 2010
Brenda and Mike treated Matt and me to a Gatlinburg breakfast before they began their drive back home, to Florida, and work. A man was standing beside Mike's car when we walked out of the pancake house. A rather fidgety man. "Is this your car?" he asked, as we approached. Turns out his wife had hit the fender backing out. She had to go to work, but he hung around to discuss the accident.
Now, wasn't that nice? Damage was minimal; Mike took his information, turned out he was a resident of Gatlinburg, an accountant, he said. No harm, a nice gesture, we told this outstanding citizen of this tourist-filled town. Back to the condo to say goodbye to the traveling folks.
Matt and I took yet another nap. We HAVE to explore today, I finally said. We're heading south in the morning. So we strolled a bit, a pleasant walk by Baskins Creek (Bear-skins, get it? That's what the legend says. Fur traders cleaned the skins right in the creek.) Past the first settlers cabin, built by the family known as Oglethorpe.
An aquarium was next. Neither of us was interested in fish, we're in mountain territory! I showed Matt the River Terrace Motel, where his Dad vacationed when we took our family trips. "Now, that's the fish he saw," I pointed out, "hanging over the terrace with line and pole, dangling a hook into the Pigeon River, using corn instead of worms."
It was just too hot to walk. No Way Jose's was straight ahead. "Nachos?" I proposed. "Si" was Matt's reply. Mexican mariachi. Siesta time again.
Sitting in the coolness of the condo, we noticed the House on the Hill. Zoom in. Now, who needs a house this big, we wondered to ourselves.