Mountains in Springtime

End of day 2 we found an RV park outside of Waynesville. We were right on a creek! That would have been great, if we didn't turn around. Although the creek view was terrific, behind us it looked like something out of an old biker movie. Some of the RVs looked like they hadn't been moved since the 60's, and, let's say the people looked "vintage". Charlie said, "Nope".

So we moved to a nicer RV park yesterday. Much nicer, in Sylva. We found out about an art festival on Saturday and got to go. YAY! Lots of art! We enjoyed it until it started pouring! Boy, did it rain. The police went through the street with a megaphone telling everyone they had to leave, even the vendors, due to severe weather. Who ever heard of such a thing? I find it very suspicious that Charlie had time to walk through the whole thing, eat chicken on a stick and an apple turnover and I only got to go to a couple of booths before the whole thing closed.
I guess I forgot that April showers bring May flowers. Last night the storm gave us a good opportunity to see how the RV holds up in those conditions. Luckily we didn't see any of the tornadoes you probably heard about on the news, and the RV was great.

Today, the weather cleared and we drove through the mountains. Following my expert mapping skills, I had us totally going in the wrong direction. After Charlie kept noting that there were no signs for Cherokee, I finally had to admit that I thought we MIGHT be going in the wrong direction. Funny, when I did that with Sandi, on our trip a few years ago, neither one of us noticed until we passed the same stores three times in the course of about 5 hours... hmmmm

"We" (Charlie) finally got us back on the right road and we had a wonderful, wonderful, day driving through Great Smokey Mountains National Park. We saw a mill, and also walked (most of the way) up a mountain to see a waterfall. Beautiful. Beautiful. I will post more pictures tomorrow. Good night, all.