We left Columbus bright and early and had a good drive through Ohio and Kentucky. When we got to Tennessee, we decided drive through Gatlinburg and straight down to South Carolina instead of driving the detour of 40 an hour east then driving back west.
Good thing we took the back roads, because it was a beautiful drive over the mountains.
Mama and I got out of the car to enjoy the beautiful snow on the north side of the mountains.
And it wasn't even that cold.
Of course, I had to pee at that moment. It was a very scenic rest area.
It was beautiful and the roads were well-plowed (believe it or not), so we didn't have to worry about too much ice.
As soon as we hit the peak (Clingman's Dome) on the Tennessee-North Carolina border, the snow disappeared. All that southern sun.
Though the snow was gone, there were still spectacular icicles all along the road.
If we thought the main road through the Smokies was remote, the drive through Georgia and into South Carolina was twisty and curvy and most of it had to be taken at about 10 miles per hour. We were pretty good, even though I was tired of driving and Henry was mad at mama for not stopping at the Dinosaur museum he saw in Pigeon Forge. (Mama later threw a fit because not only did papa refuse to stop at Dollywood, he also refused to stop at the Steakhouse Cafeteria when we drove threw Wallahalla!).
And thus ended our epic Christmas vacation. We're glad to be back home and very glad the neighbors didn't put it up on the market when we didn't come back. There's a bit of a cold snap down here (highs only in the thirties!), so we've been wearing some of our warmest clothes. Papa and I agree that this sweater is very embarrassing.
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