The timing of this trip meant that the best color displays were seen above four thousand feet. It was at those higher altitudes that rustling mixtures of yellow maple and poplar leaves, red maple and sourwood leaves, and rusty browns of oak and sycamore leaves combined to create a fire-like effect that changed dramatically in hue as the illuminating sun moved across the sky.
Seeing, feeling, smelling, and hearing those magnificent mountains in the Fall allows me to recall the many trips I took with my sons as they grew from toddlers to teens. Those valuable memories, each and every one, add to the alluring aesthetics of the Smokies. Enjoy!
|First stop produced a slow run up Mt. Sterling.|
|Looking north toward Bristol, TN|
|"I'll take your picture," he said.|
"You'll want people to know how much this run hurt," he laughed
|"Hey, are you that physics teacher from Indiana?"|
|Along the Blue Ridge Parkway|
|Green Knob - overgrown overlook on the Knob|
|Don't these happen too fast?|
|Grandfather Mountain, NC|
|Sightseeing at 45 mph on a bike . . .|