Heading south highway 70 is a narrow ribbon of road is one of those beautiful pieces of engineering that has almost no straightaway for miles and miles. A few short miles south we crossed into North Carolina.
Along the fly fisherman flocked, like well, flies along the side of the 208.
The trees even at this time of year formed a type of tunnel making the mountains seem dark and foreboding, much like I imagined the Smoky Mountains would look like.
Enjoy the video....more to come.
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