The trail to Tennessee was becoming as familiar as the backs of our hands. No uncharted territory for Siri either...we'd made this trek to the hills of the Appalachia more times than you can shake a stick at. Bella showed she still had snap in her garters, too, maneuvering steep inclines and back down again through the Great Smoky Mountains. However, unlike every.other.trip to the Smokies, there was one very different issue we encountered.
We all were grinnin' like a weasel peekin' in a henhouse door. Our very first Sister trip with a picture perfect forecast.
|Happy Glampers indeed!|
A couple of more stops on the way to Clinton, once at our go-to restaurant and a rest stop or some, and we would arrive by daylight (shocking, I know) to the KOA of Clinton and Knoxville, Tennessee.
|Johnson City, TN - Mamma rock me...|
|Bones might be plenty old, but he ain't hung up his saddle yet.|
Bones straddled his
We would be in good company for the next few days (with the exception of a polecat I failed to mention who also "greeted" us upon our arrival) with a smaller than usual number of Sisters. After we set up camp, we joined our small group for a light dinner and
We wrenched our fine china with a lick and a promise, nestled ourselves all snug in our bunks, then it was lights off for Thelma and Louise...
...while visions of finding treasures danced in our heads.