Luxurious green mountains encapsuled in a white fog. The air is crisp and cool, heavy with humidity along rivers and creeks. The sun rays escape through the spaces between the leaves of the canopy. Everywhere hiked, there is visible variability in flora communities once emerging a different elevation. Hiking upon the Appalachian Trail means that the state border is under ones feet. To the West of me I see the atmosphere and culture between the mountains of Tennessee, and to the East, North Carolina reigns with its blue ridged mountains and tranquility.
Black bears roam the forest floor, searching and sniffing out for some sustenance, at times when spotted off the road, they become celebrities as they are the poster child of my site. Elk and turkeys think that roads are a good place to stand in, causing for drivers to brake at their presence as they hurriedly pace out of the way. In Gatlinburg, people from all around come to rejoice in herds among the tourist attractions, foods, mini golf, and shops, as a gondola lift allows for those who pay to have a scenic aerial view of the valley. My site is the Great Smoky Mountains, within it it encases the beauty of mature Earth that nature loving old souls roam upon, and the materialistic anthropogenic scene.