Autumn in the Smoky Mountains...how can you go wrong? Chilly mornings with your breath hanging in the air, the sun shooting rays through golden trees dappling the ground below and the bulge of an bull elk in the distance. Road trip!

On a side note, I always find it amusing that it seems every creek in the Smoky Mountains is named some fork, branch, or tributary of the Little Pigeon River. I am sure this is one of those branches but, to be honest, I haven't a clue. I saw this beautiful stream in 2012 and this image of it has been one of my favorite memories of fall in the Smoky Mountains. Enjoy!