A foggy morning in the Great Smoky Mountains. I can’t even see Mt. LeConte, which stands right before the Cabin.
A shadow of the Tram can be seen as it passes by overhead.
Birds Chirp.
Chipmunks chase each other around on the ground.
Squirrels chase each other up in the trees.
However, I haven’t seen a Bear in days.
It rained during the night. The ground is still wet.
The air smells fresh. Clean.
It’s quiet.
The neighbors who live here full-time have pet cats.
The cats roam around during the day. They bring them inside at night.
Cats are smart and know how to keep themselves alive up here in the Mountains.
I look at my phone and see that it’s Sunday.
I thought it was Saturday.
And isn’t this how a trip to the Mountains should be?
