We took a hike up to Laurel Falls. They called the three-mile hike easy, but we added some difficulty by walking in our treadless Pumas. Keep in mind that it poured all night so we had quite a slippery trail. If only there was some kind of warning that this trail could be dangerous, we might have made a smarter decision...
ANGER! ANGER! ANGER!
Ooh, watery.
And speaking of water, we barely avoided the heavy rains again. We escaped into Parton's Deli for an hour to wait out the storm and grab some tasty sam-iches...
But once the storm cleared, we found time for go-carting NASCAR-style...
And finished off the night with some Hillbilly mini golf. (Their words, not mine)...
We actually took a tram up into the mountains to access the course. Pretty elaborate, but the actual course was pretty standard. I can't recall who won the match....let's just call it a draw, ok?
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