I don't always schedule a caravan that leaves the BRR for another week of fun, but it was our 10th anniversary after all, and I just couldn't see letting the party in the Smokies come to such an abrupt end.
On our second Sunday there were some long faces, as we watched Blue Ridger after Blue Ridger pull out of Big Meadow. There were extended hugs, lots of "I will see you soon", and a bit of melancholy in the air. I know that I won't be seeing some of these folks for a whole year and that puts a lump in my throat every time. To add to the touch of sadness, we had rain for the first time all week!