Becca is to blame for this picture. Originally, we had no intention
of even brushing Tennessee, but since she wouldn't leave us alone until
we went to Nashville, we made a "minor" detour. It's actually a really
neat place. Come on, Al Gore is from this state!
After a pit stop at the visitor center, Becca takes the wheel and drives
us on to the Great Smoky Mountains. We're now proud to say that the emergency
air sickness bags are no longer necessary, she's learning the stick shift
very well.
We had to wait to take this picture since a motor home decided to park
right behind the sign the first time. We stepped into North Carolina briefly
at the apex of our mountain drive. Lots of trees here.
This wall was simply too inviting to resist. Becca shows off her rock
climbing skills much to the horror of nearby tourists and amusement of
Chris who opted for the stairs instead.
A peek into our "civilized" lives. Even when we stay in hotel rooms,
we still camp out. In this shot, Steve stirs two pots at once in the bathroom
while the kids watch TV movies. If any motel attendants show up asking
about the burning smells, we'd tell them that he isn't with us.
