SCAT!

My wife and I returned home yesterday afternoon after a week in the Smoky Mountains.
The chalet were we stayed sat at the top on a steep moutain. I had to use 2nd gear to drive
up to the top. I was afraid of meeting another car on some of the narror turns. You couldn't
back up or pull over to the side of the road in most places. Going down was like a rolly
coaster but more fear than fun! The key: Going up: keep the foot on the pedal.
Going down: Keep the foot on the break. Most of all: PRAY!
There are warnings of bears in them there hills so we were always on guard. My wife took a
walk one morning and kept seeing evidence that a bear had been there. There was scat all
over the gravel road. Scat is a nice way of saying bear poop. Lots of bear poop! Scat is what
she did! We didn't know that scat is the word for bear poop until we read it in a book about
bears in the Smoky Mountains. While we din't see any bears, we were always alert that there
might be.
We ate at Applewood Farm Resturant two times because the food was so good and the
cost not as high as the mountain where we were staying. We went shopping at a Mall,
took a Sunday afternoon drive high into the woods of yet another mountain where we
could hear the river roaring over the rocks. Most of all, we were in and out of the hot tub,
took in the view from the porch swing and chilled!
They say, there's no place like home. Back to taking out the garbage, mowing the yard and
being with the people we could BEARLY wait to see! Best of all, no scat!