Need I say more?
Oh wait – yes, yes I do.
Because I saw a bear – and her tiny, precious newborn bear.
Less than thirty feet from our car.
If it weren’t for the phrase “Mama Bear” being common vernacular, I would have totally scooped that baby up into my arms and cuddled with him – just for a second.
Instead, I so totally disturbed the wildlife by squealing like a tween girl spotting Justin Bieber in his natural environment.
So OBVIOUSLY, that was the pinnacle of achievement of our family vacation last week.
But here’s how it started.
Ali spent three day’s worth of quiet times packing for our trip.
She had plans, as she is, after all, the oldest cousin and self-appointed Activities Coordinator.
But as I was finally getting around to packing and she presented me with her own multiple “suitcases,” I had a vision of our cleaning deposit sifting through my fingers.
And of keeping up with all. That. Stuff.
I began delving farther into her bag of preparations. It included a tin that, upon opening, sprayed me with crepe paper crumbs.
(“But Mom, it’s for crafts!”)
Then another container, housing an entire family of mosaic stickers.
(“But Mom, I just can’t travel without stickers!!”)
Yes, yes you can.
I explained to her the precious gift that is a mother’s sanity, and then allowed her to pick two out of the three trillion items in that bag to actually take.
Downcast Activities Coordinators are the worst.
But I cheered her up by showing her fantastic photos of the Princess House we were going to stay in on the way to vacation – The General Woods Inn.
This was the first time we’ve taken the kids to my favorite hideaway spot, so we got two rooms. .
(We cannot, will not, do not sleep in the same room as our children. Call us infidels if you must.)
As soon as we got there and Ali ran up the fantastic staircase, she gasped at the bed in one of our rooms.
“A Princess Bed!! A REAL PRINCESS BED!! PleasecanIhavethisroompleasepleaseplease??”
We agreed, and she quickly got ready for bed, fixed her curtains “just so,” dug with much effort to get underneath the massive pile of covers, and wanted me to take her picture.
“I’ll do a Princess Wave.”
When we came to get the kids up the next morning, she had closed all of her curtains. A Princess needs her privacy, after all.
We sat on the front porch and enjoyed the majesty of the views,
then ate a spoilingly luxurious breakfast provided by Ali and Noah’s favorite innkeeper of all time, Kaitlin.
After breakfast, Ali joined me in my usual appreciation of their wedding setup,
where she noticed the photo bridge, and pondered wide-eyed, “Wow. I wonder if there used to be an ocean under there…”
The kids and Chris swam in the pool for a bit, then we headed on to our ultimate destination, but not until Ali left her own entry in the guest book.
Riding through the Smoky Mountains is always an awe-inspiring drive, and one that we don’t do often enough.
They really help solidify the fact that Birmingham has hills and hills alone.
(But I can live with that reality since Birmingham also never makes my ears pop.)
The house we rented was in Wears Valley, Tennessee, and across the street from this view.
…and the owners had a very special love affair with their label maker.
(If they ever read this, I’d like to state that the Yahtzee Pencil bag was empty when we arrived, thankyouverymuch.)
We did the things that every family does when on vacation in a cabin in the mountains: we watched YouTube videos on our iPhones.
…And on our laptops.
We did get out and see the sights,
Ali never wavering from her Princess Roots.
My kids climbed cautiously, looking back every other second to make sure that I was okay with their progress.
…While their cousins climbed with superhuman speed and complete lack of fear, requiring my brother to scramble up after them to prevent doom.
We then took the paved but steep trail up to Clingmans Dome, the highest point in the Smoky Mountains National Park.
Some required rides,
But we eventually all made it up to the top, with only a dozen or so complaints.
And the views were spectacular, despite the growing cloud coverage below us.
The children, of course, were impressed. Or not.
To celebrate the pinnacle of our success, we managed to squeeze in family unit photography before (or while) the kids were begging us to leave.
And then all of the energy that the kids lacked going up flowed freely through their little bodies, causing us to have to chase them all back down the mountain.
The next day, we somehow found ourselves on another hike – to Grotto Falls. This trail was not paved, over twice as long (1.4 miles instead of .5), and had twice the elevation growth.
And it didn’t start out so great, as there wasn’t enough parking on its one-way road. So my brother had to drive over half an hour just to circle the parking lot.
We did not wait for them.
We began our ascent, and it was slow, treacherous (the trail drop-offs completely freaked me out), and long.
And it was the LEAST worthwhile hike we’ve ever taken.
The crowds indicated that it was The Taj Mahal of the Tennessee Mountains,
But the falls were a trickle and that trickle was impossible to photograph due to completely unjustified crowds.
Even Noah disapproved entirely.
After we made the 1.4 mile trek back down, we went on a Ferris Wheel ride to mitigate our anger issues.
And then our remaining disappointment in the falls made us believe this somewhat creepy sign,
where we ended up eating dinner. It was called Friendly’s, and it was a restaurant perched precariously above a waterfall which they were very careful to block anyone seeing from the road.
You know, because they’re friendly and all.
But for a 0.0 mile hike, their falls were SIGNIFICANTLY more impressive than Grotto’s.
Even though they took issue with nicotine-addicted dogs,
and offered this for the bathroom,
albeit outfitted with helpful accessories.
And lest you haven’t gotten the complete feel of this eating establishment, I present to you Toby. And his kitchen.
But they did have really nice waterfalls. And tasty french fries.
After three glorious days of being together, the cousins worked through all of the necessary iterations of goodbye hugs,
and then we posed for our annual family shot.
And did I mention that I saw a bear?
Because I did.
20 thoughts on “I Saw a Bear.”
Looks like a fun trip :) we hiked the Grotto Falls trail too last year and it was the strangest hike! After winding endlessly going up, we knew we kept seeing a paved road down below almost the whole way up, so on the way back down we climbed down to it and just took it back down (which was straight downhill-NO flat spots!) I can’t believe how nonexistent the falls were though!? With as much rain as we have had in TN this summer you’d think it would have been rushing. Strange. A little side note- you should visit Fall Creek Falls sometime – went for the first time this year and it has a great trail down to the falls and a nice overlook if you don’t want to make the hike down. And it’s a short trail :)
It was a strange hike, and totally unworthy. Thanks for the Falls advice!
At some point, while in the Smokey Mountains, you were only 35 minutes from where I have the pleasure of living. Before my MS, I used to hike a lot of the trails but now it’s down to just going to Big Creek but since it’s so pretty it’s worth it. It did look like you all had a great time.
btw, brilliant idea staying away from the baby cub.
I didn’t know where you lived, or I would have waved!! You can always go see friendly’s waterfalls…but I’d stay away from the fried fish.
Sunsets and pretty views are great and all, but BEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love.
I know, right?? Nothing trumps a bear.
We were just in the Smokey Mountains as well. Our kids loved the hike to Laurel Falls…our 5 year old did it, but we do have a hiking backpack for the 2 year old. My favorite was the Cataract Falls near the visitors center. It was a flat hike, not too crowded and the falls were really neat. If we are ever able to go back we want to try tubing in the river. It looked like great fun!
We really wanted to tube, but it was too cold! I would love to go back when it’s warmer.
I worked at a summer camp up in the mountains this year and last year- we had a bear come (mostly the baby) to camp at least once a week! Thankfully, it was usually during our rest period.
And that princess bed! I need one of those(:
Also, that seems like a fabulous vacation. I need to come visit Alabama!
I think I prefer being in the car when around bears. But who knows…maybe I’d like to roast s’mores with them after all!
when i was younger my packing was very similar to what your daughter packed. it would take days of preparation. :)
Our daughters are long distance kindred spirits! Except, they are both the oldest (and oldest cousin), so they’d both want to be the boss :)
Plus, that baby bear is cuuuuuuute!
That bear cub is the cutest! (And my son totally packs like Ali. Must be prepared for any and all crafting situations.)
You really brought back some great memories with this post. I remember going up the dome on my eighth birthday and then the run back down. We always spotted bears and people stopped on the side of the road to get as close as they could. For some reason Mom wouldn’t let us go pet them. I wish I was close enough to go on trips with my family – they usually go to Cade’s Cove. It’s so pretty!
It was a beautiful area! I’ve been up there before, but have never fully appreciated it. This trip I did.
I’m so glad ya’ll got to get away. It sounds like a great time. Ali’s packing is too cute.
And it’s probably for the best you didn’t try to play with the bear cub :)
I love that note Ali wrote! So sweet!
Toby’s Kitchen = Creepy.
I would love to visit the Smoky’s sometime soon. I LOVE the mountains and the waterfalls nestled in them.
I too refuse to sleep in the same room (let alone same bed) as our kids and they are little (1yr & 2 1./2 yrs)! I guess cause they aren’t cuddlers or non-kickers or just that they are restless boys. I just cant do it. So no judgment here, actually made me feel better. I though I was the only one.
The noise is troubling, but my problem is one of not being able to rest unless things are “like they should be” – which is, the kids asleep in another room, and my husband in the room with me. If any of these factors are off-kilter, I can’t sleep.