For the first time since my parents moved to Tennessee, the weather was beautiful when we visited. For some reason, Lee and I are usually like rain gods - as soon as we roll into town the storms begin.
But Saturday couldn't have been prettier for a hike. The sky was a shimmering blue, and the rolling mountains were painted in hues of amber and red. We all loaded up into the car, and drove to the base of House Mountain, then lost ourselves in the sound of our feet crunching the leaves.