Day 90: Great Smokey Mountain National Park

February 15, 2012

National Parks

The Great Smokey Mountains National Park is the first national park I can remember visiting. Although I think my first national park visit was really to the Grand Canyon when my parents looked like hipsters and drove a van. A real van with a moon shaped window and an airbrushed mural. I probably rode on my mom’s lap while she warmed my baby food in the dashboard window.

We aren’t as cool as my parents were. We drive a big white diesel Chevy  that hasn’t been washed since October.  But at least we use seat belts.

The Great Smokey Mountains is the first park I can remember visiting. I remember the river churning with rapids as white as doves but as unpredictable as cats. I remember the mountains poking out of the clouds like giant tombstones in a foggy cemetery. I remember my teenage self getting ticked about something and pouting on the Appalachian trail. I probably didn’t get to curl my bangs that morning.

I didn’t remember  John Ownby’s cabin. Or the history. I didn’t remember the land was originally home to the Cherokee Indians who were driven out. I didn’t remember settlers were evicted from their homes and lives to make create the park we now visit.

So many old and new memories being pulled or created and stashed in this already challenged brain of mine.

Love and Laughter,
Jenn

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I'm Jenn and I'm so happy you stopped by our little corner of the web. My favorite moments are cuddling with my boys, listening to the purrs of my cat, and sipping warm cups of tea. The smell of orange blossoms conjures up delightful memories of childhood even though I grew up in Indiana hundreds of miles from citrus groves. I love animals and when I'm stressed I dream of owning a goat farm. I love art, road trips, books, and food. Vintage clothes make me ridiculously happy. Red lipstick is my friend.

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3 Responses to “Day 90: Great Smokey Mountain National Park”

  1. Deb (SmoothieGirlEatsToo) Says:

    Interesting how our perspectives change on things we revisit when we are older. Not to mention actually learning more- it’s eye opening. hey, I thought that your parents still drive a van like that!! And remember seat belts? They were your moms arm flung across your chest as she slammed on the breaks!

    Love that shot of the sun shining through the trees and love this: “I remember the river churning with rapids as white as doves but as unpredictable as cats.” You have a beautiful way with words.

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  2. Heather Says:

    I found your blog yesterday thru the FOTR site and have spent several hours following your journey while lying on my couch in my pajamas with a cat in my lap. Wow! What you are doing is so wonderful and so ALIVE. Thank you for sharing your adventures, your genuine words and your amazing photos. Since our family income is tied to being in one place for now, we cannot hit the road but I can glean from your story the spirit of openness, of exploration, and of family. Your blog makes me smile. I can’t wait to read more!

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  3. Andrea@WellnessNotes Says:

    Love that you get to revisit places from you childhood! Great photos!

    Have fun!

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