If I had to design hell, one of my templates would be Pigeon Forge, Gatlinburg and nearby areas in Tennessee adjacent to Smoky Mountains National Park!

US 23 - US 441 bypassing Franklin, Macon County, North Carolina, USA by jgevans

Light on the Highway by NormanLathrop

Along the former Dixie Highway in Ocala

photos by Phil Eschbach

So there's this road in Georgia that was so splendidly green, I just wanted to lay in it. (I really don't like the whole lay/lie challenge that goes on in my head, but I refuse to say lie down...it's just....stupid sounding....anyway...resuming) I only got to drive on it for about 20 minutes or so before getting back to I85. But the 7oclock Sun shed such a warm light on the grass and trees and hills....It looked like something out of a movie. The roads curved in a way that allowed you to maintain your same speed and still feel as if you were on some magical, winding road to an adventurous place. I didn't realize how much I enjoy those country roads. Where there is nothing but gold, baby-blue and green and splashes of everything else here and there. It was serene. A soft 70-some degrees. Windows down. Music loud. Although the wind would've been just fine of a tune. I don't know why it seems, lately, that I feel safer where there are less lights, less buildings trying to touch the sky. Why can't we just bask in the height of the trees, or the lights that the sky provides? I suppose I'm more old fashioned than I care to admit. Or maybe I'm just not quite fond of how humanity has been using its architecture, its electricity...lately. I will say that I wish the highways and the interstates had better names. I think I will start renaming them. Making my own little map of my travels. These numbers don't do the colors, the curves justice.