One more Mardi Gras in Dayton without Pazcki. King Cake just won’t cut it, and a custard-filled donut from Tim Horton’s (which may
On the morning that we left the Smoky Mountains, we woke up to, and packed up the campsite in, extremely heavy, dense, fog.
Naturally we had to go all of the way up to Newfound Gap, and then the rest of the way to Clingman’s Dome, to see what we could see.
Driving up, we could see very little. About 20 feet ahead of us and behind us on the road, and almost nothing off to either side. At the top we were deep in a low cloud, and visibility came and went according to how the wind blew. It was beautiful, but not the kind of beauty that could be easily photographed.
It was like the tops of the mountains were islands, and the clouds and fog flowing around and between them were the ocean.
It was also bitterly cold, and the dampness ate into my bones. We had the heater in the car all of the way up to try to compensate.
Eventually we headed down the mountain and started on the drive home.