Day 4. 1,074 miles

Raindrops lightly tapped on the cap of the truck as I slowly woke up in the morning. Fast moving storm cells spotted the smokey mountains through most of the morning, leaving a haze that dissipated and reappeared every ten minutes. Clouds raced up the sides of the famously steep mountain ridges, shooting off the tops and skimming across the parking lot surface.

Everyone we spoke to at the mountain top told us that they were on vacation. They were taking a break from their 'stupid jobs' and soon they would be done with that, retire, and find a permanent escape, a permanent slow down. I wonder then if we are ahead of ourselves taking things slow the way we are on this trip.
A new friend from 'Coon's Rock' asked me if we were on this trip to 'find ourselves?'. I think I laughed... The truth is, I'm doing the opposite. I'm losing myself... Leaving all the places in my mind that drive me in order to spend time in the place that I am.
We made our first fan today as a musical duo. Jim took our picture and chatted with us for a while. His appreciation made me realize that maybe some of the most spectacular things you find on the road cannot be photographed or taken with you.
We ended up staying up in the mountains through lunch.

Smokey Mountain Pasta...



After lunch, we headed out to Knoxville to see our long lost friend Jack Wolf. It was really nice to see a familiar face. A random occurrence: we had met Jack two months prior playing music on the street in Mystic CT. Who would have known, 1,000 miles from there, he would be welcoming us into his home.




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Location:Market Square, Knoxville, Tennessee