Greetings from the home of Pecan Pie Ice-cream; where the L'il Dolly's sign advertises Camo-Quilts and the Hatfields and McCoys feud every night as dinner theatre.
It is 35C here today. Picture this--we gently rock back and forth, on the porch of our cabin, as we munch on boiled peanuts. This morning we hiked to Grotto Falls (A moderate hike--somewhat easier--could be accomplished by a lazy mountain goat). The falls, the streams, the river walks--all soul refreshing. Yesterday we were taught that the Cherokee would wade deep into the water every morning. Throwing river water over their head they would pray, "Wash away any thoughts or feelings that may hinder me from being closer to my God." I feel a sense of this baptism in the Smoky Mountains. You are Always in my Prayers. Loving the Smoky Mountains. Mom. Re: Boiled Peanuts The folks at Ely's Mill tell us that the tradition of eating boiled peanuts was started by confederate soldiers during the civil war. This may or may not be a myth?!
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