There is just something about fog. I’ve loved it since I was a kid. Add in hills and trees and I’m basically the happiest person alive.
On our last day in Chattanooga, we woke up to pouring rain, which of course had us feeling quite pacific northwestern. Daniel, who deserves some sort of award, packed the jeep in the rain by himself since I wasn’t able to walk from the sprained ankle I got on our last hike the day before. We got out in good time, and decided to take the scenic route leaving the city, going through the Tennessee River Gorge.
If we ever end up living in Chattanooga (which I suspect we will), this drive is the moment I’ll pinpoint as when we both fell officially head over heels for this place.
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