Even with a tailgate party at Dairy Queen before the thunderstorms, we made it from NY, NY, to the Smoky Mountains outside of Asheville, N.C., in 12 hours. Now we are staying at an enchanted cottage overlooking the mountains with the sound of the creek and the looming rhododendrons. And BTW, the smokies is an appropriate designation. I'm in them and with them.
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Have Hannah overnight you the hazardous waste mask!
P.S. I need one myself for dealing with F & R.
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