Great Smoky Mountains National Park - Tennessee and North Carolina

Dobby and I were cruising to a place I found to camp near Great Smoky Mountains National Park. When we arrived, it was not at all what I had anticipated. It was 3 hours from the park entrance, had zero signal, and most spots were washed out. This felt like a punch to the gut. Although it was beautiful around the trees, I was not prepared for the conditions that I ended up with. While I was in Shenandoah, I started to notice my mental health was beginning to struggle, and this experience threw me down a spiral. I love my time alone, but as I was sitting on my bed going over my current situation, I desperately did not want to be alone. I think this is when I hit my wall of solo travel. I spent two nights at the dispersed camping spot until I decided to make my way back east to get to the park entrance. I find it so difficult to sort my thoughts when things don't go as I had initially planned. I felt sad and defeated, but I couldn’t give up. 

In the morning, I packed up, hitched The Tank to Tommy, and we headed toward the park. It was dark by the time I drove into a city called Pigeon Forge, which I had no knowledge of prior to when I arrived. It was like walking into a portal to another world where it is just tourist attractions and buffets in the middle of the mountains of Tennessee. Oh, and Dollywood! I wish I could’ve made a stop at that amusement park, but that’s for next time! 

I spent the night in a Cracker Barrel parking lot as I listened to large groups of people yelling and partying with dirt bikes getting revved into the late night. What is this town I stumbled upon? 

The next day, I drove to the visitor center early in the morning to snag a spot. Since I now did not have a place to camp at, my plan was to stay parked in the national park until night, then I could find a parking lot to sleep in again. As I was dealing with the stress of where I was sleeping, it was difficult to remain present and still enjoy the park and all it has. I took Dobby on the Gatlinburg Trail, which was right next to our parking spot, and took us along a river that had swimming spots along it filled with families. After our hike, we drove the Newfound Gap road and got to see the blue smoke falling down the mountain tops. It was truly beautiful to see why the park was given its name. 

I found a Walmart to park about 40 minutes from the park entrance, so I felt okay for the night once we arrived. Initially, the adrenaline was exciting about finding places to sleep and being nomadic, but the past week I have wanted my comfort back. I don’t want to worry about where I am sleeping for the night, I want that part of my brain to be given a break. 

The next morning, I decided that I would try to book a place at an RV park because I didn’t want to continue not enjoying my time at the park. This proved to be difficult because, without me realizing, it was the week of 4th of July. American Independence Day in the middle of Tennessee. Did I really think it would be easy to find a place not booked up completely? After 7 places, I finally found a camp spot in Cherokee called Happy Holiday Campground, and I was ECSTATIC! I had a place to stay the next three nights, and it was down the road from a dispensary. Perfect! But oh man, were there a lot of confederate flags waving off RVs or plastered on people’s shirts. The dispensary down the road was advertised as “THE LARGEST DISPENSARY IN THE WORLD” and, while I do believe square footage wise it is the largest I have been in, only having three strains of a Sativa tells me otherwise. It was pretty insane though, with a stage inside for shows and a smoking lounge in the process of being built. It was locally grown 

The next day, I went to hike Andrew’s Bald, and of course, rain followed me. The hike was good, but I didn’t get many views due to the gray clouds surrounding me. It was beautiful seeing the rain water slide down the rock steps. As I was driving back through the park from the trailhead, I saw a large field with elk roaming on it, and along the roadside. It was truly breathtaking as I watched an elk eating with a double rainbow spread across the sky and the mountains above it. 

Luckily, the weather cleared up the next day, and I was able to go on another hike to Alum Cave Bluffs. That was my favorite hike that I had in the park! It had moments of being challenging, but the views throughout were insane! I jumped in the water twice along the way and had my lunch under the cave bluffs. It was the perfect end to my days spent in the Great Smoky Mountains. Although I had just left Maryland, it was time for me to head back so I could meet Maya and her family to go on a beachhouse vacation to North Carolina! I had initially planned to stay at the park for longer, but I decided that being around people I know and the comfort of a house was more beneficial to my mental state. Dobby and I got Tommy and the Tank hitched up again, and we headed on Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway back to Maryland!

DropBox Link for pictures: Great Smoky Mountains

Shenandoah National Park - Maryland and Virginia

The drive from Maryland to Shenandoah National Park was nice and easy! I made it to a campsite outside the national park called Graves Mountain Farm. It was just an open field surrounded by the rolling hills and only one other camper! Although the campsite was a great place to set up, I realized that it was much farther from all the hikes I wanted to do than I had anticipated. The one hike I was very excited to do was Old Rag, but because of the distance and the length of hike, I decided it would have to get done on another trip. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving the little guy Dobby alone for that long. Another observation from this trip is that I had extremely high expectations of myself and everything that I would accomplish in just months. Because of this, I have had to remind myself that I can always come back and do more of the hikes that I missed out on before. I think that I was in a mentality that if I don’t do it now, I never will. 

On the first day, I decided to do the hike to Hawksbill Summit, and I could bring Dobby! It was a great trail and my bandanna kept the bugs out of my mouth, which was a plus. After some great views soaked in, we headed back to camp for the night. When I pulled into camp, the sun was setting and the day was cooling off. Out of nowhere, I started seeing tiny yellow flashes of light appear in the distance. I do partake in high cannabis consumption, so for a moment I just felt like my mind was playing tricks on me. As it continued, my thoughts gathered to finally realize I was witnessing fireflies for my first time! They are literally the coolest bugs, and I was devastated to hear they will soon no longer be around. I loved growing up in California, but I didn’t get to catch any fireflies in jars! I feel jipped.

The next day, I hiked the Rose River Trail, which had beautiful waterfalls and creeks to follow throughout. The water looked too perfect to pass up, so on the hike I noticed a couple of hikers leaving one of the waterholes after swimming, and I knew I needed to snatch up their spot so I could jump in. The water was cold, but man, it was worth it! After my hike, I made my way back to camp to run around with Dobby and admire the fireflies again. Even though it was a long drive to and from the park, I’m glad it was such a beautiful view for my entire way looking at the sun turn the clouds pink and orange. 

After a few days in Shenandoah, it is now time to make my way to the Great Smoky Mountains! 

DropBox link for pictures: Shenandoah and more

New England

One thing that I’ve noticed and learned when traveling on the East Coast is that instead of staying in some BLM land or national forests throughout my travels from place to place, I stay at Walmarts, park and rides, and the occasional truck stop when I find them. I don’t see this as negative necessarily, just an observation since making my way down the coast of Maine into New Hampshire. It was slightly nerve-wrecking at first, because in the West parking at Walmarts is a hard “NO”, so my first few attempts I was preparing myself for the 3am knock on the door to get a move on. Maybe it’s the culture, maybe it’s the weather, but overall, parking lots are my way to go out here.

As I was making my way to Massachusetts, I made a few stops at the beaches on my drive. First to I stopped in Kennebunkport, Maine to lie in the sun at the beach. I had Dobby running after me along the shore, enjoying every moment of this life. The beach was very dog-friendly, so I loved getting to see everyone bringing out their dogs to play in the water. I was able to find a truck stop for the night, and the next morning I continued down into New Hampshire. I stopped at Hampton Beach, and was so pleasantly surprised by the little beach town! It was the typical beach town with a boardwalk full of different deep fried food and little games. Luckily, there was the Hampton Beach State Park next to the boardwalk area that had a parking lot in a field with plenty of room for my trailer. The park technically doesn’t allow animals, but when I explained my limited ability to park in town, and they saw how cute Dobby was, they let me roll in and sneak Dobby out of the park without any problems. That’s pretty privilege. I decided to skate down the boardwalk and just hold Dobby for the ride until we found a good spot on the beach. After stopping for a frozen lemonade, we found our places for the evening. I finally jumped full body into the Atlantic Ocean! It was still a little chilly, but I loved the salt water on my skin! I skated back to Tommy and the Tank by sunset and headed to a nearby Walmart to sleep! 

The next morning I drove to the campsite I reserved in Salem, since finding dispersed spots in the area was proving to be difficult. I was so excited to make my way in because this is one of the cities I have wanted to see for years. Such a small world that my neighbors at the campsite were fellow Oregonians from Bend! I loved the location of the campsite because it was a nice 10 minute bike ride through old New England neighborhoods into downtown Salem. 

For my first day of exploration, I set Dobby up inside the trailer and took off in my bike to check out the town. My first stop was the Salem Witch Trials Museum. It is a must see if you’re ever in Salem. It’s such a good reminder of the power preteen girls have. After the museum, I spent the next few days biking around, checking out all that the town has to offer. City-wise, it has been BY FAR my favorite place. If I ever move to the East Coast, I will only settle for living in Salem. 

From there, I cruised my way to Boston so I could see Fenway Park with my own eyes. To be sitting in a ballpark with so much history while watching a game I love was one of my more fulfilling experiences on this trip. It was also perfect because I took the train into the city for the game and once it was done I stayed parked with Tommy and the Tank in the train parking lot for the night. The next day I found some street parking next to a dog park that I thought I could spend a few nights at. I was able to bike into the city pretty easily from where I parked, which worked out perfectly. I spent a day riding around Boston doing the Freedom Trail so I could see as many sights as possible. I loved getting to listen to the live music being played throughout Boston Common. 

After a few days in Boston, I made my way to Rhode Island to meet my grandma for a little vacation in Newport. On my way South I was passing by Fall River, which meant I HAD to stop at the Lizzie Borden house. I am typically not too scared of haunted things, but oh man that house was something else. There were many unseen energies roaming around that house and I even captured a picture of one of those young energies messing around. The house itself is open as a Bed and Breakfast as well, which may be something I'll consider next time I come around. Overall a 10/10 tour that I highly recommend! 

My grandma had warned me about the narrow streets in Newport, but WOW did I underestimate them. The Tank came about a centimeter from taking out a streetlight pole upon our arrival! Luckily, I’m getting much better at maneuvering. We spent the next few days drinking mimosas, exploring mansions, and eating good food! Throughout the trip I felt very grateful to have family in my life who wanted to meet me across the country! It was a much needed reset after many days of camping and parking lot sleeps. After Rhode Island, I continued my journey down the East Coast and toward Shenandoah. 

The perfect pitstop for me on my journey was in Maryland, where Maya’s parents live! I had a couple of days of working and thought it would be a great time for me to bond with the rents and give Dobby a cozy bed to chill in while I worked. They are the raddest people ever and Dobby and I were pretty bummed to be leaving so quickly back to the road, but we are forever on the go! Our next stop… Shenandoah National Park!

DropBox link for pictures: Hampton - New Hampshire and Salem - Massachussettes

DropBox link for pictures: Newport - Rhode Island

DropBox link for pictures: Boston - Massachussettes

Acadia National Park - Maine

After staying the night at a small town truck stop, I cruised to Portland, Maine to have a reset day and prepare for camping in Acadia National Park. When I was originally talking about this trip, I kept saying one of my goals was to make it all the way to the North Eastern tip of the country and visit Acadia. When I was walking around Portland, I truly felt myself living and accomplishing my dreams. Portland was a very cool city. Walking in the parks reminded me of walking around the river in Eugene. We walked along the water and enjoyed our people watching of the locals, then it was time to get back in the car and continue toward Acadia. 

We spent another night at a truck stop, which was the first one I’ve seen that had electric hook-ups on a ton of spots in the parking lot. The next day I let myself sleep in and slowly made my way to the gym before finding a lake to swim in for the day. Conveniently there was one 20 minutes from the Walmart I was planning to sleep at that night, so Dobby and I packed a lunch and drove to Branch Lake in Ellsworth. The bugs were biting and the water was cold, but the view was worth it! After the cold plunge, I made my way to the Walmart parking lot where I would post up to work for the night. Going to Walmarts do make me nervous because I don’t want to get woken up by the 3am knock by police, but there were plenty of other campers in the lot and no “no overnight” signs, so I was set! The next morning it was finally time to make our way into Acadia National Park! 

There is limited camping around the park, so I reserved a campsite in the park at Blackwoods Campground at the south-east end of the park. Since being on the road, I think my trailer backing skills have gotten pretty good if I do say so myself. When I pulled up to the site it looked slightly challenging to squeeze into, but I relied on my skill set, my handy backup camera, moving picnic benches out of the way, and we made it work! Another set of great hammock trees for me to hang on were right outside my front door. Walmart parking lot nights are so worth this. 

For our first day in the park, I got our camp set up, then Dobby and I ventured on the trail from our campsite to the ocean view. Seeing the trees go all the way to the cliff side and dropping off hundreds of feet into the white water waves was breathtaking. After exploring camp, I packed a bag for the beach and Dobby and I drove down to Sand Beach to jump in the Atlantic for the first time. Well, a nice walk in the water actually, because when my feet touched that water it felt like the icey waters of rivers in Oregon with the gusts of wind from the coast, so my full jump will wait a little longer. I spent the night dancing and grilling my life away as the sun set. I love myself. 

I woke up to rain hitting the metal outside the trailer and thought I may need to change my hiking plans for the day. I had originally wanted to do a trail that encompassed multiple viewpoints, but a particular part of the hike called the Beehive Trail was warned as being extremely difficult in wet conditions. I saw that the weather predicted rain stopping in the afternoon, so I took my time in the morning with my breakfast and coffee, hoping some sunshine would burn the clouds. Negative on clouds leaving for sunshine, but the rain was turning into fog/mist, and it was my last full day in the park, so I decided to send it and do the whole trail!

Wow. It was an adrenaline rush for sure. The trail had brass bars on the side of the granite rock to have something to climb on, but oh boy were those rungs slippery. As I was making my way up the mountain, I was reminding myself that our national parks have been defunded, which means rescue teams are limited, which means no one is saving my ass but me, which means I can’t get scared and better finish this hike because I was bold enough to start! My pep talk worked as well as a fellow hiker passing me in the opposite direction telling me that I was past the scariest part. The views were incredible! I assume. I could hear the ocean, but that fog was reminding me of Karl The Fog (iykyk) and wouldn’t just give me a break. Regardless of my visibility, I was proud of still pushing myself to do the hike, even if it wasn’t the smartest decision. The final night at the campsite I spent cuddled up to a movie in bed with Dobby as the rain continued to pour down on the trees surrounding us. 

I woke up to clearer skies, which made me excited because I was hoping to spend the day biking around the carriage roads throughout the park. I had to check out of my campsite in the morning, so I packed everything up and drove to the visitor center to get my lunch packed and bike set up. The carriage roads were originally built in the park using a donation from Rockefeller because he wanted to have a way to go around the park without having to share the roads with cars. Insanely cool roads, but the markers for the trails were impossible for me to understand. I took multiple wrong turns, but Dobby was loving his extra breeze from sitting in my backpack and going up and down the hills. My legs were workin hard and the views were worth it. Acadia is definitely high on my list of favorite parks. 

It was time to start making my way down the East Coast with a few pit stops on my way to Salem, Massachusetts!

DropBox link for pictures: Acadia NP

Green Mountain National Forest and Marsh-Billings-Rockefeller National Historic Site - Vermont

To say I was disappointed when I arrived to the Vermont border and was not greeted with a hug from Bernie Sanders would be an understatement. However, I know his oligarchy fightin' ass has a great excuse for why he wasn’t. 

I have been very excited to see the Northeast and experience the wilderness of New England. I have been reading a book called The Golden Spruce, which in it has mentions of the logging industry in the Northeast. It made me crave seeing what’s left of these forests even more. As I started driving toward the next campsite in the Green Mountain National Forest, I was imagining the size the trees taken hundreds of years ago would be. I think they were comparable to the trees of Northern California at one point. Today they are little skinny trunks, but I could see them making their comeback. I had originally found a dispersed spot on an app I use, but when I arrived all the areas were occupied, so I had to look a little bit more and find another place to try. An hour later, Dobby and I found a great place tucked in the woods. Even better, no service. 

Devices, they have such a grip! Sometimes my body and mind need it to be taken so I am left with no option to choose the ease and mindlessness. Make my mind work and think, see what happens. 

Well, what happened was a lot of reading and crafting. I let myself just exist. I didn’t care what I did with my days or what time it was, I just was. I was sitting in pure happiness because I was sitting in a judgement-free state of being. I had instances of debating what I could do to be “productive” and then I would make myself go outside and just listen for a second to the trees and birds, then continue to just be. 

Productivity is

breathing

seeing

listening

being. 

As I was driving around originally searching for a place to camp, I noticed that I was coincidentally near multiple entrances onto the Appalachian Trail so I wanted to check it out! I started on a trailhead of the AT toward Stratton Mountain. As I have been camping in the Green Mountains, the bugs have come out to play. When I was approaching the trailhead, I noticed a fellow hiker who seemed to be on the trek of completing the AT, given all his gear he had. I saw the mesh covering draping his whole head, and was made a little uneasy by how many bugs I was about to encounter. I tried as hard as I could to complete the trail, but those gnats and mosquitoes won that round. After completing about ⅔ of the hike, I turned around with Dobby and quickly returned to the car while swatting gnats away with my hat like a mad man. I didn’t realize the privilege I had living in the climate of the West Coast. 

Once I returned to camp, it was time to plan the next adventure in Vermont. I noticed on my National Parks app that there was a historical site called the Marsh-Billings-Rockefeller National Historic Park. When I arrived, the park visitor centers were closed, but Billings Farm was open, so I decided to check it out. The worker let me slide in free admission since it was going to be closing within a couple of hours, which was clutch! I was able to see a tour of the dairy farm and met a few calves, which was educational but difficult as someone who isn’t a big fan of the dairy industry. It was interesting to see a small historical farm continuing the business it has been doing for a couple hundred years though. 

After seeing the farm and checking out the museum, Dobby and I took one more walk before finding a place to sleep for the night as I moved on towards Maine. 

DropBox link for pictures: Green Mountain NF

Niagara Falls State Park - New York

So I guess Niagara Falls is in New York, which was convenient as fuck! I did mention previously, my geography is a little iffy, which is slightly worrying since I am navigating my way through a country I have not ventured much into. Anyway, it made it easy for me to find where I wanted to stop! I was searching around on my maps on my phone and saw how close Niagara Falls was to the route I was planning to take to Acadia, making it just as enticing. 

I found a campground called Four Mile Creek which was on Lake Ontario, only 20 minutes from the Falls. Since the weather wasn’t great, and it was the middle of the week, I was hoping rolling up without a reservation wouldn’t be too big an issue. As the women at the front desk were debating which spot would give me the best views, I was just trying to hold back my smile about how cool it was to hear their accents in person and not in a movie. After they hooked me up big time with a solid spot, I took Dobby on a walk to enjoy the breeze by the water before my shift at work began. I don’t think the random views I have for work will ever become old. I love it. 

The next day, I planned to check out Niagara Falls on the Maid of the Mist boat. This has been one of my dreams since watching Pam and Jim’s wedding from the Office, and I made it my reality. Despite the weather being pretty gloomy and raining on and off, I embraced my PNW attitude and went for the tour. The souvenir poncho doesn’t do shit, but hey, it’s part of the experience, so I put it on and heard it whipping rapidly against my face as the boat drove closer to the roaring water. As our boat was approaching the falls, the Canadians were returning to their dock on their side of the border. It took all of my will to not rip my blue poncho off and jump into the water to swim toward the red poncho-filled boat of Canadians. One day, but it’s not today. I loved going on the tour and I could imagine on a sunny day how mesmerizing it would look with the mist. I took my jumping picture by the Falls and headed back home for a good swing in the hammock with my book. 

Thank you, Niagara Falls, for being such a wonderful unexpected stop on my journey. I want to return, and I will. For now, continuing on toward Maine with a stop in Vermont next! 

DropBox Link for Niagara Falls: Niagara Falls State Park

Indiana Sand Dunes National Park (plus some) - Colorado, Nebraska, Illinois, Indiana

A trend in this experience has been my angst about going farther and farther from the West Coast. I love Colorado, and I will definitely make my way back. I will just be waiting for it to get a little less muddy. I was planning to make my last stop in Colorado as I made my way towards the East. At this point, I was constantly checking the weather around the country, because storms were beginning around the Midwest and South. I knew my next stop from Colorado was to Indiana Sand Dunes, but after that stop I was conflicted. 

Leaving the mountains of the Great Sand Dunes was hard, and the more into eastern Colorado I got, the more the drive began to look how I assumed my drives through Nebraska and Iowa would look. We were able to find a place to stop at Prewitt Reservoir in Akron, Colorado en route to Indiana. I stopped for a few nights to wait for the high winds to pass by. I found the home to dozens of birds who would chatter from sun up to sun down. It was also the perfect place for Dobby and I to practice going on some off-leash runs, which he is getting so good at! I’m so grateful he’s here with me. 

After some sleepless nights from the wind shaking my home, it was time to leave the borders of Colorado. I desperately wanted to make it to Chicago in a couple of days because the Cubs would be leaving their home stretch of games soon, and it has been a dream of mine to watch a game at Wrigley Field. I stopped in Nebraska after a long day of driving along flat grassy roads. I was able to find a Planet Fitness and a truck stop close by to spend the night.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to hear Dobby making some weird sounds when he was breathing. He tends to get allergies each season, but this sounded and looked so different in the moment. After trying different remedies that had worked for him in the past, he started to have shallow breathes that sent me into a panic. I looked up the closest emergency vet, and it was… an hour away. As I was holding Dobby in my lap and telling him as calmly as I could that he was fine and this was all going to be nothing, I sat and imagined so many people in rural parts of the country (similar to where I was) who were having to experience this with their human child. It was gut-wrenching and a reminder of the healthcare system in this country. Fellow humans needing to drive hours to access doctors in an emergency is our reality. 

We arrived as quickly as I could, and they took a look at Dobby. He was able to get a shot of steroids and some allergy medications to take home, but luckily it was not anything serious. He just likes to be a little dramatic and keep me on my toes. 

After seeing tornadoes on the weather tracker making their way closer to my location, I got ready to continue on toward Illinois. I breezed through Iowa in the day and stopped about 2 hours outside of Chicago at another truck stop for the night. The next morning, Dobby and I watched some Cubs fans pour out of a luxury van at the truck stop loading up on some snacks. It made me feel so close to the city! We made our way to a dog park first to let Dobby run around, then headed to the hotel I reserved for the night. I’ve noticed that cities are difficult to stay in unless I know someone that has a place I can park, so to make life a little easier for me, I decided a hotel for a night would be a nice treat so I can explore the city without any anxiety. These are instances I can imagine having a van rather than a trailer would be nice because of the discreetness, but I wouldn’t trade The Tank for the world. I was able to get checked in early and got Dobby cuddled up to some Friends on the hotel TV and a comfy bed while I checked out what Chi Town is all about. 

When I’m parked somewhere for a single night I like to keep Tommy and The Tank hitched so the morning is easier and faster to leave. Because they were parked at the hotel, I decided I would use good ol’ public transportation to get around the city. The moment I started riding the train, I could feel the energy people talk about when they’re in Chicago. It’s a vibe. It reminded me of Oakland, and I was smiling ear to ear with the comfort. I was only spending one day walking around, so I hit the major tourist spots around Millennium Park while hitting the blunt. After a slice by the water, I headed back to Dobby.

First thing in the morning I needed to get my hotel waffles, which have been my favorite thing about staying at a hotel since I was a kid. After I was fueled up, it was time to drive to Indiana to the Indiana Sand Dunes! It was only about an hour away from Chicago, so the drive was nice and easy.  Like I was saying before, finding dispersed camping has been more difficult the farther east I go, so I decided to book a campsite at the national park campgrounds for a few nights and wow was I happy. It was so beautiful and had a ton of room! I almost wish I could’ve held a little party with how much space it had. I set up camp as quickly as I could, but then it was time for me to BACK to Chicago so I could finally make it to a Cubs game! I didn’t care if it was going to be over 3 hours of driving for a baseball game, it would be worth it. And it was! Wrigley field, you are something special. I felt the history on the steps and in that ivy-lined wall. After the Cubs got the W, and the crowd started singing, I got chills and teary-eyed at the love we all have for the game regardless of where we come from. 

Luckily, when I woke up the next morning, the rain was holding off. That meant Dobby and I could take a bike ride to the dunes and enjoy the beach. One of the biggest perks to camping at a national park campground is that you’re already in the park, no need to drive in from a dispersed spot! When Dobby and I started running down the sand dunes toward the water, I was shocked at the strength this LAKE had. As I was staring at the waves, I couldn’t believe it’s called Lake Michigan and not the Atlantic Ocean. To Dobby, sand is sand and water is water. He didn’t care, he was going to sprint around while his tongue hung out no matter what, and I joined him. We ran, played, ate lunch, and listened to the water. That night, I made a fire for the first time in a while (the rain and wind had been too gnarly to let me enjoy the flames) and enjoyed the smell of the wood burning. 

Midwest, you were pretty dope and extremely friendly. I found more than I anticipated and I am grateful for it all. 

After worrying about the storms going on throughout Kentucky and Tennessee, I decided to wait for the Great Smokey Mountains and make my way toward Acadia in Maine instead! I guess that means the next stop will be New York? Let’s see…

DropBox Link for Pictures: Prewitt Reservoir and Illinois and Indiana