The remains of a community in the 1800's. A valley of forest and pastures surrounded by the smoky mountains. Even with the stream of cars going 10 miles an hour around the oneway circle, it is very peaceful and quiet. It was a hard life evidenced by the cemetaries filled with young children.
I had the chance of a lifetime when a mama bear came out of the woods and crossed the road just as we passed. Jon stopped the car but wouldn't let me get out. I couldn't get a picture thru the car. A baby followed. We were 10 feet from her.
About 10 miles further the traffic was stopped and everyone was taking pictures of a cub playing in the weeds. I saw him but was just to far to get a picture.
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