A Smoky Mountain Escape: The Vacation That Rekindled My Wonder
I didn’t realize how much I needed a Smoky Mountain getaway until I was standing on a quiet trail, surrounded by trees that seemed older than time, with nothing but birdsong and the sound of my own breath to keep me company. Life had become a blur — emails, errands, expectations — and I needed a reset. So I packed a bag, left my calendar behind, and headed to the Smokies, hoping to feel something again. I ended up feeling everything. The trip began early one morning with coffee in hand and no real plan. The road curled like ribbon through the hills, and with each mile, the noise in my mind started to fade. I turned off my phone, rolled the windows down, and let the mountains take over. One of my first stops was Newfound Gap. At over 5,000 feet, the views stretch out like a painting — layers of blue ridges fading into the sky. I sat on the stone wall and just… breathed. No checklist. No rushing. Just the wind, the view, and a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time: peace. Later, ...