Ahhhhh, that 1956 T-Bird with a port hole!
But for today:
I saw the Atlantic Ocean at 6 years old. I remember the Smokey’s at about 7 years old. We were crossing thru Newfound Gap. I think at the time dad was driving a 1947 Chevy Fleetline auto. I had just seen the Cherokee Indian village for the first time and had a headband with a feather and an Indian tomahawk, daddy had bought for me.,
Both were handmade there in Cherokee. Now most of the trinkets are actually stamped made in China. That is sorta sad to me. BUT you cannot beat Cherokee for a kid thrilled with stories from the past. Of course later in life I learned the dark history of that Tribe, i.e. The Trail of Tears. A sad part of the history of the USA. But at the time I was just thrilled to see ‘Real Indians’.
BUT back up on Newfound Gap. I had no idea at the time the importance of the Gap. It was encased in a cloud so no ‘views’ were to be seen. There was a path up into the woods, and I had to walk on up into the cloud. I hadn’t walked too far until met a huge (to me) dark figure, It paused and reared up. I took a step or too forward before I heard a low growl and realized it was for real, a bear. My feet took flight and I was back to the parking lot in a flash.
Dad continued our trip to Tennessee. I know the family got tired of my reporting seeing a bear.
Sherry and I have driven crossed Newfound Gap many times in our lives. But I was about 70 years old and backpacking through the Smokey Mountains before I realized the very path where I met the bear, is actually the Appalachian Trail as it passes the Gap and the Smoky Mountains.
So we actually walked the very path I was walking when I met the bear at 7 years old. That was sort of a kick to me.