We thought we had pretty much seen the beauty of Tennessee, but yesterday our son-in-law took us on a tour that was majestic! Not that the mountains were glacier high, but they rose in rolling heights, neat-as-a-pin homes perched here and there. How did they find, build and live so far and high in these steep enclaves?
I was amazed at the bounty and beauty of perfectly maintained roads leading everywhere throughout the country side. Evidently, although many roads were narrow, leading off on a narrow path to a residence tucked out of sight, they were clean and well kept.
Further and further we drove as our route crisscrossed over hills and valleys, our guide pointing out where bears were seen in deep hollows, even having been found in yards, cars, or inside a house opening a refrigerator!
"There's where a flock of turkeys blocked the road," driver Steve pointed out. Or, "A bunch of deer ran in front of me there the other day," he went on. Then a majestic eagle floated overhead on gossamer wings lifted by the updrafts of air currents below.
"See that house over there?" our guide pointed out at a distant, mansion-looking residence on a hill. "Look back through the trees, and you can see where we live." Sure enough we could glimpse their roof on the other side of the valley. I had often noticed and wondered about the house on the hill separated by hills and mountains. Now I could see it for myself!
Our scenic view was endless, including dilapidated, weather-worn barns, old milk stalls, quirky collections of someone's desire, even a working water wheel beside a house and a metal box car at another.
Sheep and goats grazed and lolled on rounded hills, but we would have to wait for another excursion sometime, because sunset was upon us!
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