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It was hot and humid so we were soaking wet when we finished

                   the hike and not, shall we say, “fresh”. Also, we were tired from a
                   full day of tense driving and walking. So we just picked up a hot

                   dog and fries at the local bistro and ate in the room. As tomorrow

                   is our last day of the trip prior to the drive home we have made
                   big plans for day. Should we survive those plans, we will be home

                   on Thursday.



                            CADES COVE BIKE RIDE and RICH MOUNTAIN TRAIL


                   Wednesday - Cades Cove is one of our favorite places on earth. It

                   is a relatively flat 2500 acres of pasture, streams, and hardwoods.

                   The last tenant died last year and his cattle were sold as his little
                   farm transferred to the National Park. They are now mowing and

                   using controlled burns to keep the Cove open land. They hope to
                   rid it of introduced grasses and get back to the natural plants of

                   the original landscape.


                   The Cove is surrounded by tall tree-covered mountains and ringed
                   by a one-way paved road of 11 miles length. On Wednesday and

                   Saturday mornings from sunrise to 10 AM, the road is closed to

                   cars  so  that  bikes  can  be  ridden  around  this  periphery.  A  lot  of
                   people  take  advantage  of  this  wonderful  opportunity.  This  was

                   what  we  did  as  our  first  enterprise  of  the  day  arriving  at  the
                   entrance to the Cove at 7:30. And we’re off!


                   The  ride  is  a  lot  of  fun  and  substantial  work.  There  are  long

                   downhills where you can really get up a head of steam. My only
                   worry was that a deer might pop out of the bushes into my path.

                   That  would  have  been  a  wicked  surprise  for  both  of  us  as  I’m

                   certain I was, at times hitting 35 mph. Now - since one starts and
                   ends at the exact same spot, those downhills must be repaid. And



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