We camped first in a mountain cattle ranch, kind of neat and they had a cowboy hat and rope that I practiced with in case Thomas, the Major Movie Man, needs me to look stealthy and cool along an old fence, wrangle a cow, ride a horse (one of my outstanding talents) or leap onto a runaway stage coach. Mostly what I see cowboys do in the old westerns. Sometimes they shoot people but that will not be in my contract.
Then we came to the Smoky Mountains which while they are very moosey we saw only elk and they were mostly elkettes. I might build my mansion (Actor Stars get at least three!) there because I would not only be a star but also the King of Antlered Beasts as elk are clearly not as magnificent when it comes to antlerism. The best thing that happened in the GSMNP was we met up with Rusty and Janet. I guess they were surprised that the Driver found them as they were clearly wanting to hide off in the woods. Yet even so, Janet was thrilled to see me and we chatted for hours and ate chocolates while the rest of them roamed the mountain with their picture boxes - human people are perplexing. Janet made me a lovely lunch and let me eat all of the black walnuts I wanted. Super. We did find some lovely ice cream but only on one day out of three - not a good ratio. (Point 8 to one is acceptable, point 4 to one is the preferred standard.)
One more confusing thing. I think the cookers were broken in the traveling boxes cause Rusty and the Driver had to build a fire OUTSIDE and it took hours, caused much smoke and provided entertainment for scores of people all to blacken six tubey things they then ate. Did they not see the 400 restaurants we passed riding around all day saying, “Oh, that tree is pretty.” How on earth can you take HP seriously. Well, we are off again to another place that I most likely will not approve of, but here we go.
