My grandparents used to hike up there once every few years and spend the night. Gramps used to hate packing my Grandma's cocacola bottles she was addicted to up there... but he did it everytime.
If you ever make it up to elkmont, some pics of the cabins would be really cool for the I to see.
Cabin 10 was ours, right next to the field in daisy town.
I can still hear Jakes Creek and the sound of a million crickets... and the fireflies... oh, the fireflies.
these are so dear! fairy-tale! not sure i'd like the startling jolt of reality an invading helicopter would bring.
ReplyDeleteMy grandparents used to hike up there once every few years and spend the night. Gramps used to hate packing my Grandma's cocacola bottles she was addicted to up there... but he did it everytime.
ReplyDeleteIf you ever make it up to elkmont, some pics of the cabins would be really cool for the I to see.
Cabin 10 was ours, right next to the field in daisy town.
I can still hear Jakes Creek and the sound of a million crickets... and the fireflies... oh, the fireflies.