October 2012
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| We were sitting around the campfire Sunday night when I saw the shadow of an animal in the firelight. I told Mom not to be alarmed, but a racoon was standing right beside her feet! We sat quietly and watched him until he scampered off and climbed a tree. |
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| ~The camp cook and his famous fried potatoes~ |
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| Mom makes the best cinnamon apples in her cast iron skillet! The experience just isn't complete without the aroma of cinnamon wafting through our camp. I remember eating Mom's cinnamon apples and Dad's fried potatoes in 1993 when I was six years old and we attended Roundhouse (homeschool family camp) for the first time. Good memories. :) |
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| The traffic on the Cades Cove road was bumper-to-bumper. As we crept along trying to reach the turn-off for the Abrams Falls trail, Dad became impatient and complained about all the cars stopping to take pictures of wildlife while three miles of vehicles were backed up behind them. |
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| His hyperactive personality eventually couldn't take the wait anymore, so he got out of the car to walk on ahead. :) |
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| "There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy, and its charm." - President Theodore Roosevelt
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| "You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person." ~Alec Waugh Yep, Tennessee and Montana are proof of that in my life. :) |
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