The Smokies III

 Beautiful Cades Cove

 Stragglers.

Always happens when there's someone with a camera, serious about taking pictures. 

And I learned just today that the mark of a serious photographer is the camera strap around the neck. 

I always assumed it was the expensive camera at the end of it, and the know-how in the head the neck's attached to. But what do I know!?!

 This was the Oliver's Cabin.

Note the word "was."

We decided it should be Mom and Dad's from here on out.

 The girls deciding whether writing their names on historic structures is worth $3000 in fines.

 Educating ourselves.

 Cabin features:

a hole.

 Mossy hand-split shingles.

 The Oliver's lovely stream.

Now Mom and Dad's, of course.

 Sam doing his thing.

Photographic close-ups.

 Primitive Baptist Church.

We liked it until we discovered they kicked out those who believed in missions.

And considering we'd just dropped Tyler off at TMM, we moved our membership to the Missionary Baptist Church.

 Sam still doing his thing.

 Love old cemeteries!

 Ahhh...old faithful.

It may not be as sharp and schnazzy as its neighbors, but it takes us where we want to go. All of us!

 And the adventuring continues.