Getting there was a bit of a drive up and down a chain of Smoky Mountains. But we accessed the falls via rural valley roads. Once arriving to the falls parking, we ventured up a set of stairs. At the top, we walked another 50 to 60 feet to a small wooden bridge. Indeed Mingo Falls was impressive. Daddy decided to head off the trail and bridge and to climb up close to the waterfalls. Yes, I prayed we would not be screaming for a rescue. You can see in one picture where Daddy took a picture of us on the wooden bridge as he climbed up. You can also see in that picture another dad on a fallen tree trying to capture a perfect shot. Both made it back safely. :)
On our way back to Gatlinburg, we stopped at the Oconaluftee Visitor Center. We took the time to explore the Historic Village. It was a worthwhile experience.
Our fishing wasn't well planned. And by Friday afternoon we just wanted to keep our promise. No fish were caught, but great effort was made. Vanessa and Zane threw in the poles, which is all that matters. (Out of frustration, Zane sometimes threw in the whole pole.) It would have helped to have seen a fish. :)
When the kids were done, they were anxious to get back to the condo to go swimming. We decided on an easy dinner of mac-n-cheese and grapes. :) We raced to the pool to find that the summer vacation season had officially begun -- there were LOTS of people. Our very kind, pool/vacation friends, the Reeds, had left the morning before. Adam and I are digging the fact that we typically vacation just before or just after the summer season.
When we left the following morning, Vanessa was torn -- she wanted to stay but she was also ready to return to friends in Ohio. Zane could have stayed. Dad and Mom would have enjoyed a little more time, but we were thankful for the time we had. Before leaving the area, we filled up on gas at $3.19. I remember when working at a gas station from 16 to 18, the average per gallon was a $1.19. A lot has changed in 20 years!
