It was a beautiful, sunny, and warmer morning. Here are a few pictures from our walk around the campground. This little ledge and two or three small waterfalls is a favorite spot of mine. It is not on the main channel of Big Creek, but a little side channel with very little water flow.
These are some of what I call impossibly tiny flowers. I couldn’t decide which one to post so I posted both.
I’ve posted at least a million pictures of this bridge. At least.
These Yellow Trillium are in better shape than the last ones I posted.
These tiny things are growing atop the wall around the door to the men’s room in the picnic area. They are not half an inch tall
Friend Beth stopped by Big Creek to visit us, but we were not here yet. She chatted with hosts Richard and Pat, who complained about the lack of cell service. Beth noted that she had four bars with Consumer Cellular.
I looked it up and found that Radio Shack in Sevierville deals with Consumer Cellular and we headed over that way. We stopped to pick up Maintenance Linda on the way and ate lunch at the Mellow Mushroom in Pigeon Forge. Yum. The tablet GPS (Google maps) took us right to the address, but there was no Radio Shack. I called them and the man told me that they had moved a few months ago. We drove to the new location, only to learn that Consumer Cellular does not have data plans or phones that serve as hot spots. He recommended that we go back to AT&T (right across the street from their old location). There, we got a free phone that serves as a hot spot for our computers, unlimited talk/text/and data for $45 a month.
On the way home, we stopped at the Harrisburg Covered Bridge. I had seen the sign in the past, but we never went down that road to explore it. Linda directed us. The bridge is over the Little Pigeon River. Fortunately, there was a spot to pull off the road for a better look.
The bridge was originally built in 1875 and was restored in 1972.
Linda posed for me in front of the bridge.
The bridge was surprisingly high above the water.
Look at the size of those timbers!
When we got back to Big Creek, a note on the motorhome door confirmed that the National Park car I had seen on the Foothills Parkway was, indeed, Boss Larry. We missed him.