- Nov 5, 2005
But I do remember the ladies in long dresses bringing platters of fried chicken, pork, and beef to the table, along with bowl after bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, corn, okra, and more. Then, it was apple or peach cobbler and a big bowl of vanilla ice cream. It was an Amish restaurant before the Amish got big. When you're young and can eat like a horse, I did.
Then we'd go hike it off over the weekend on the AT, or any of a thousand hikes/walks in the Smokies. I miss those days. Back then, I wasn't fast, but I could run all day. Now, I'm even slower, and a 100 yard foot chase leaves me looking around for the Squad and an oxygen tank.
I miss those days. I remember when it was a few miles between Sevierville and Pigeon Forge. Now, they meet at a traffic light.