The Mountains are Calling

The mountains called about 3 years ago. I answered. We drove from northern Indiana to Tennessee. Not a terrible drive. However, we had two little ones with us. That made it harder. They were so excited to go. Little voices oooing and ahhing at the enormous mountains was pretty fun. I ended up driving from Gatlinburg, in the valley, up to our condo at “the summit” 13 times. I had nightmares for about a week that we fell off the edge of the mountain! The trip was full of beauty and nerves. If the mountains call again, I might hand the keys over to someone else.

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