A few weeks ago I took the boys to the Smokies for a long weekend and it was simple and blissful. It wasn’t a trip highlighted by outrageous adventures with stories we’ll be telling for years to come. It was a trip of relaxation, rejuvenation, exploring, and one subtlely wonderful moment followed by another.
We were treated to the crisp autumn air the Smokies have to offer this time of year. Cool nights, comfortable days, all in a shower of yellow leaves as the birch trees prepare for the coming winter. With that in mind, I thought I’d let the pictures do most of the talking instead of me since not all trips warrant a blow-by-blow account.