When we started the Appalachian Trail, we were adamant we were NOT going into Gatlinburg. When we hit the Smokies, again, we were NOT going into Gatlinburg.
So that's why we woke up at 6:30 a.m. to catch a shuttle into Gatlinburg. We've been hanging out with Shaman and Bamboo who convinced us on stopping in for a buffet lunch. We had been running low on snacks, and B didn't appreciate that he was on rations, so it didn't take much convincing.
We got a free shower at the NOC Outfitters (although as I write this, neither one of us smell good), bought some snacks and breakfast foods at Old Dad's General Store then were off to the buffet.
The only buffet turned out to be Shoney's, which surprised me because the town is a mini version of Branson, minus Yakov. Nevertheless, we got our $8 worth and were happily, or painfully, on our way.
Rode a flat rate taxi back to the Appalachian Trail. Fit 7 people and 7 packs in a van. Not sure what the driver was thinking because he folded some of the seats down so three of us had to sit on the floor.
Hiked another three miles to camp and are set up for the night with full bellies and dreams of dancing hillbillies in our heads (Gatlinburg reference).
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