After working up the eclipse photos, we decided to get out and about for a few hours. Joan said to me, "There is a lot of Pigeon Forge we didn't see on the way in - should be any kind of food you want to eat."
I thought she was kidding. I was wrong. Really wrong.
We came in on a "back road" to the campground; drove right past the entrance to Dollywood. I thought that was all there was to Pigeon Forge. Yep, really wrong again.
When we got onto the main drag, it was about 4 miles of tourist traps: at least a dozen mini-golf places, outlet malls, an endless range of restaurants, more old time photo places than I can count on both hands, a NASCAR-themed amusement park, hotels and motels as far as the eye can see. It reminds me of Branson, Missouri, but newer and in a valley... so everything is reasonably on the level compared to Branson, where everything is in the hills.
I gawked. Probably said, "Hoooooweeee," more than a few times. Lots of traffic.
We did some shopping. Went out for supper. Had a guy from New York driving a minivan nearly T-bone us (I was quick on the brakes). All that fun kinda stuff.
I didn't think to shoot any photos while driving through, and before supper. This is Tourist Central. I handed Joan the camera on the way back to the campground and said, "See if you can get a few shots to show all this touristy stuff." Probably too late as we had driven back past most of it.
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