The Smoky Mountains in the spring time; maybe early summer. That is where I want to be right now. One of those cabins on the side of the mountain with a spectacular view of the valley and the rest of the mountains. A fog drifting across the tops so the landscape is playing peek-a-boo with you.
When I think of my perfect vacation I’m there. In the mountains on a wooden porch sitting in a very comfortable chair, my dog laying at my feet while I read a book or just watch the day slowing glide past.
Vacation days would consist of not much more than long strolls where the dog is in sniffing heaven, reading, and hours in the hot tub. I’d run down to Gatlinburg when the refrigerator needed refilling. Maybe, maybe I’d spend the day at Dollywood, but the mountains are the draw for me.
Trails through the woods with no sounds except the wildlife. Trails that follow a stream or end at a waterfall. Me and my dog moseying wherever we wanted at our own speed. No deadlines; no clock watching; no stress.
No worrying about anyone else’s needs for a week. Just the opportunity to stop and see the world around me and recharge.
