This all too brief trip had it all. We went to Gatlinburg, not aware that it was President's Day weekend and kids were off school. We had one good day of fun in the mountains and decided to come home and go back in April for wildflowers. On our way home we were the closest we've ever come to being in a bad wreck. We were on the expressway where you have to go north out of Knoxville to pick up 71. A guy in one of those huge black trucks pulled in front of us at the last minute to get over. Then he came to almost a dead stop. Tom slammed on the brakes and was able to turn into the right lane only by the grace of God. It doesn't sound anywhere near as dramatic as it was. I think I cried out and wasn't even sure if we had hit the truck - and unless their were witnesses Tom would have been cited for a rear end collision. The worst part was that poor Ollie, who had to work to become a good traveler, picked up on our emotions and shook the rest of the way home. He usually lays down and ignores the world for most trips. Nothing we did comforted him. We are taking him for a very brief, fun ride later with a burger reward.
A fabulous capture and road scene. A rather scary narrative which fortunately did not have a bad ending. I am sure a burger will do the trick for Ollie ;-)
