January 8, 2020
As a child, I delighted in the Great Smokies at Easter - it much further south and spring was further along, enough so that the heavy coats and boots could be left at home. Sometimes it was even warm enough for the campground’s water slide. There were many amusements in Gatlinburg (so many shops! things to eat!) and Pigeon Forge (the pottery, in particular). Every year, I discovered new things, new places, new aspects. A few years ago, I discovered something I missed because Easter is too early: the synchronous fireflies in the park. Someday I hope to see them.