Franklin, NC. Our forth destination. Another aunt's house.

We relaxed after our late arrival. But today we went sightseeing. There are many a waterfall in this area. We looked at least five of them. Unfortunately, the roads to all these beautiful sights were windy and hilly. My stomach had a hard time with that. (I am getting a little queasy thinking of it.) Sitting in the back seat was also not helpful. One of the waterfalls you could walk behind. The power of two little hydrogen atoms and one little oxygen atom strung together with trillions of other little H2Os is amazing. The spray from the water hitting the rocks was very wetting. All my little hair wispies got curlier.

Finally we were back on solid ground that didn't go up or down or twist or turn. My stomach wasn't sure if it should believe that or not. It took awhile for me to feel better.

We had a yummy dinner at a Thai restaurant. While I was looking for a peanut sauce meal, I found a cashew sauce meal. It was yummy. Previous to going out to eat, we fed our daughter. Trying to feed her at restaurants is more taxing than feeding her at home. Besides, it would have been too late to wait to feed her at the restaurant. As an aside, the food she willingly ate for dinner was the same food she adamantly refused to eat at lunch.

Sometime after dinner my aunt's boyfriend was on the phone with his daughter, who told him there was a tornado warning for our area. They went into emergency mode; lighting candles, filling jugs and the tub with water, making waffles. (I don't get the waffle thing.) But alas, not tornado. We just had the hurricane. Wind and rain whipped around all night and into the next day. Of course "the next day" was our chosen day to leave. My husband packed the car with the pelting rain and the wind whipping at him. As we left we saw leaves and branches strewn about.

But we were on our way. But the nasty weather was not done with us, oh no. Our chosen course was to take the Blue Ridge Parkway into the Great Smokie Mountain National Park.