Travel: Smoky Mountains

Every year, for the past nine years, my entire family migrates from various parts of the country to come together and hang out in the mountains of Tennessee for the week of Thanksgiving.  This year we rented our biggest cabin ever – 19 souls and three dogs (dogs don’t have souls) under one roof.  My brother played the guitar.  I held my niece for the first time. We played in the snow, ate lots of food and laughed like fools.  And I took a lot of photos, natch.

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