In the midst of the Western Carolina Smokey Mountains there is a valley. In that valley there is an orchard with the ripest, reddest, most delicious apples. I was lucky to pick some. Here are my photos:
In the surrounding mountains the season of fall touches the foliage with a cool finger and golden reds and oranges burst forth.
One mile high in the Western Carolina sky, Grandfather Mountain rises tall and majestic. Home to many varied […]