As we continued our drive, the day felt like any other of our typical adventures. We went to go camping at Skinny Dip Falls about 30 miles into the Parkway. Macklemore was playing from the stereo, and my head was pressed against the window, taking in everything the scenery had to offer. I was infatuated with how the layers of mountains seem to fade away perfectly the further they were. There was a fog that clung low to the valleys giving off a “smoky” appearance, which is the reasoning behind its nickname “The Great Smoky Mountains”. The sun was shining radiantly, and above the low gloom of “smoke” the mountains stood out in an utterly majestic way. The beautiful and complex scenery lulled me into deep thoughts, and I found myself daydreaming.
