I spent the afternoon rock hopping down Middle Prong Little River in Tremont of the Smoky Mountains. It brought back memories of when I was younger; the creek behind the neighborhood where I grew up was a favorite place to wander. I would spend hours skipping from stone to stone, exploring the banks, getting lost in thought and watching the water flow past. It’s still one of my favorite past times and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon!
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