(These are the companion photos to this post, which I wrote while still in Gatlinburg. I miss Gatlinburg. Also, I have not been able to go back and check out all my horrendous typos borne from a writing-derelict like myself using a PHONE to blog.)
In the AM:
It was all downhill from here. (Except that it was uphill.)
Not very peaceful with a Damien-caliber 5-year-old shrieking about how bad he hates you. Yay, parenthood.
Literally in the clouds.
I wish I had video of this. He would have lost a ton of fans.
Henry is not very strong so this was very short-lived. And besides—THE KID IS FIVE, HE HAS LEGS THAT WORK, LET THE FUCKER WALK ON HIS OWN. God, he is so spoiled, something I know nothing about.
There were signs everywhere warning about bears. If there were any bears around that morning though, Chooch’s fucking big mouth certainly chased them away.
The infamous (by this point) Clingman’s Dome.
There was a group of girls up there from China and randomly, some hiker came out of the woods and was like, “Oh I speak Chinese” and started showing off his linguistic skills. Within 3 minutes, they were all Facebook friends with him. (No seriously, I watched them all pull out their phones and have a friending spree.) I felt like we were interrupting some intimate reunion, plus Chooch was still being a candy-assed cry baby, so I snapped a few hasty pictures and we left.
By the time I was taking this picture, the Chinese girls were all giggling behind me, having their picture taken with the creepy hiker. Seriously, what are the odds.
In the PM:
Lunch at Mellow Mushroom, after a decidedly not-so-mellow morning.
Like he almost deserves this.
Go the fuck to sleep.
I just found out that one of my co-workers is going to Gatlinburg/Pigeon Forge soon so now I hate her.