And finally, all good things must come to an end. The bees were drunk and we discovered we had far too few layers, perhaps we needed a little angelica. It gets cold on the Smokies crest very quickly, even in August. (We left the 90 degree temperatures in the valley to cool off.)
The clouds drifted away and as Jupiter and the Moon lifted their bright faces in the east, the sun dipped below the ridgeline to the west. Or was it the other way around?
Wrapped in everything we could find, Karen Sue and I watched a nice sunset from Clingman's Dome. At 6,643 feet, it's the park's (and the state's) highest peak.
Kathleen and Tim. Thank you for your kind comments yesterday and solving my little mystery for me. I cannot locate your contact info, so I have to thank you in this very public way. But thank yous should not necessarily be hidden.
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