I HATE TO SHOP!!!
Did I just say "I hate to shop"? I've always known this about myself but I guess my fellow humans of the female persuasion can't comprehend how much I hate it. This trip to Gatlinburg was mostly a shopping trip. I knew this but still thought it would be a good time to spend with everyone and it was. I just can't comprehend spending an entire day shopping. One of the girls with the group frequently travels to this location for the mere purpose of shopping.
Now, I'm not trying to bash shopping - we do need to go to the grocery every now and then. But, we didn't even go to the Smokies! We were close enough to touch the beauty of God's creation and everyone would rather drop money on useless things that will end up in the landfill than drive up to the mountains. All I could see through MY eyes while driving down the strip to eat lunch at "The Mill" was all the nastiness that "man" has built just so people will have something more to do besides take in the natural beauty of this area. Because we can't stand to be bored. We have to have something to do.
In the past, we spent most of our time in Townsend - the peaceful side of the Smokey Mountains. We mostly went to take in the sites via constant attachment to the seat of a rice burner. We belonged to the HSTA (Honda Sport Touring Association) - loved it. Every year in September we would all gather together at a dive of a motel (all we did was sleep there anyway). We'd ride all day and sit around in the evening and talk about the ride and where we were going to ride the next day. Good times. We didn't dare shop. Oh, maybe a little. First of all, how are you going to get it back home when all you have room for in your saddle bags was for what you brought in order to stay clean? We would always eat at the "Pancake Pantry" on the last morning before haulin' tail back home before work on Monday.
Well, I'm sure I'll try to go again next year when they make their annual trip back to the mega-mall but you can guarantee I'll be making sure we take a tour through the park at some point.
Here's the one and only photo of me on my cheezy camera. There were ten of us in 2 rooms.
After this shot I decided to let others take pictures with their cameras. Only problem is, I don't think they know how to e-mail them to me. Until then, I guess you have to look at this one. How do you like them curlers?