Elevation vibes only in the Smoky Mountains – where the air is thinner, and so are my worries.
To me, a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
In the heart of the Smoky Mountains, where every step is a step closer to tranquility.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'