How long had it been since my last girls’ weekend? Ages. (Really.) Even longer since I’d seen my two friends (high school). We met at the Buckhorn Inn, a lovely bed and breakfast in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Mornings started with tasty breakfasts and a stroll to visit the inn’s swans, Penn and Teller. Swans are like geese–they bite! We still brought them bread to nibble.We spent the weekend meandering around the nearby parts of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, a peaceful backdrop for reminiscing.Roadside view.One of the old homestead cabins. A reminder of the pioneers’ hard lives.One of many roadside waterfalls. Blink and you’ll miss them.Deer know when it’s hunting season … and where. They are happy to come out and play. Even those of us who drive past don’t disturb the young deer feeding nearby.Street life takes on a different meaning here.When you stop traffic, you can take as long as you like.Some preferred to simply pass through without fanfare.A rare moment without cars.Joli and Patty.