June 22, 2008
With nothing better to do, James and I took off to the Smokies. With missing a random turn in Weir's valley and the usual delays of Pigeon Forge, we didn't hit the trail until 6pm. Fortunately, the trail was an old flat road so there was no problem making 6 miles before dark. The white rhodadendrin bloom was absolutely beautiful lining the river. We set up the tent in one of the grass line patches and organized the rest of the gear. After an exhilarating dip to wash off, the fireflies synchronously performed for our turkey tetrazini soup dinner. After a confusing bridge lesson, the moon rose to send us to bed.
The next morning we took our time exploring all the abandoned houses of Cosby. It was definitely weird seeing so many homes so closly packed in all falling apart. Sometime I'll look up to see what the story with all that is. In all, we found another wonderful trail in the Smokies that would be perfect for beginner hikers and backpackers.
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