As my title suggests, it's raining at the Smokeys, which is unfortunate. The above picture is pre-storm and below is post, but I suppose it's fitting for the Great Smokey Mountains to in fact look smokey...
This time I did get to do some hiking, but the looming storm decided to unleash its furry on my way back to camp. Even better, being the smarty pants that I am, I decided it was a good idea to wait after my hike to pitch my tent. So instead of attempting such mechanics in the rain, I'm spending the night in the back seat of my car. It's a warm rainstorm anyway so the whole ordeal isn't frustrating or anything. I just had to acknowledge my brilliance.Actually the only part of the whole experience that I didn't like was the fear of knowing that I'm on a mountain during a thunder storm and the chances of me and my handy little metal canteen getting struck by lightning were too high of a percentage for my taste. With each flash came a vision of me becoming that guy in "Benjamin Button."
For now I have the sanctuary of my Hyundai Sonata, and the promise of Dollywood in the morning!
PS... I learned something new today. Apparently if I ever want to have a butterfly garden someday, all I need to do is load up a room with horse dung and they will come.
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