On Our Way To Otto Georgia

Driving through the Smokey Mountains.

Thought I'd snap some pictures from the truck.

The sun was shinning and the sky was blue.

The fall colors were popping.

In one end and out the other.

Steve, slow down, I want to take a picture!

Above the clouds.

6654 feet into the sky we drove.

View after view.

Steve stopped briefly and I took a picture!

We either had to stop or drive as there were quit a few leaf peepers on the road.

Five mountain ranges and counting.

Who wrote that song,
 "I can see for miles and miles and miles, oh yea"?

We were way up there!

Coming down.

So much sky at the top.

A train to the bottom, no thank you.

Silhouetted against the sky. 

Amen.

Gatlinburg...where every franchise and his brother set up shop. Be careful what you wish for National Lake Shore!
But we persevered and saw heaven. 6,600 ft of fall's glory cloaked in ombres of many oranges. The spectrum of yellows against a sapphire blue sky.

I would do it again it was that spectacular.