Many years ago back in 2001, my husband and I were in the dating stage of our relationship. We had a great relationship and had started talking about vacations. He suggested doing a camping trip to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I had never camped before and hadn’t visited more than one or two national parks before. I really liked him though and agreed to this adventure!
Our first night at the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, we pull into the campsite along a quiet river. It is a beautiful campground. You can hear the water flowing along next to you and sleep under the tall hemlock trees. We grilled out and had just started eating our tasty hot dogs and the rain came. Not just a dribble, but a downpour! We quickly finished up our food and jumped into the tent. The rain persisted on, so we crashed early on this first night of camping.
I had a hard time falling asleep as I kept picturing the river overflowing and then carrying our little tent (with us in it) down for a ride. I finally ignored these silly worries and fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later to a consistent wet drip on my forehead. The tent had one little leak and it was right above my head. My sweet man just rolled me over away from the drip, held me, and took the drip for me for the rest of the night.
We had picture perfect weather the next day and the rest of the trip. With the great weather, we set out for a few hikes targeting waterfalls. I really wanted to see some waterfalls there.
On our first hike, we get to the base of this particular waterfall which is surrounded by rocks. These rocks are wet of course as water crashes around here at the base and splatters. My new hiking boots didn’t think about this wetness situation as my feet went flying out from underneath me and my bottom lands on the wet rock. I stand up to see him giggling at my gracefulness and join him in the giggles. I was so embarrassed! I take a few steps and manage to repeat the flying process. So, note to anyone hiking on wet rocks – they are very slippery!
Our last hike of the trip, we planned to hike part of the Appalachian Trail to a cool view. I don’t remember how many miles we did, but I had never hiked that far before that day. Almost half way, we pick up our tired pace as we are almost at the view. It must be around this bend on the trail according to our mileage. We turned the bend and get to our “view”. It was not a “view.” We looked at each other like “this is it?” Don’t get me wrong, the view wasn’t ugly and we are still out in nature, but we both definitely had expectations for something grander like the ability to see the entire 2,200 miles of the Appalachian Trail.
One thing I tried to tell my man prior to the trip is that I drink a lot of water hiking. I don’t think he quite heard or believed me on that one. On this same longer hike, we had a few miles left before reaching our car and I run out of water. He looked so shocked as we still had a few miles to go. I really do drink a lot of water. He shared his water with me the rest of hike. Now, he always plans for extra water for me when hiking.
He ended the trip with giving me a little souvenir – a stuffed animal black bear named Smoky. Smoky is still with us and still makes me smile! This vacation still ranks as one of my favorite vacations ever. I fell in love with my man and also with the national parks.
