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A couple years ago one of my life long best friends, April, and her hubby, Jeff went on vacation with us to Florida. We live in Michigan, I don’t care to fly, so we drove. Apes (that’s what I call her) lives in Georgia and she gave us directions through the Smoky Mountains. Well, if you’ve ever driven through the Smoky Mountains, you may know where I’m headed. And I don’t mean to see Smokey the Bear.
The “Great Smokies” are a mountain range that are a “subrange of the Appalachian Mountains” and they stretch from Tennessee to North Carolina. They are beautiful. The thing is, they are also mountains. STEEP mountains. So, Apes tells us this route will shave off tons of time. The only problem is that Apes forgot that we were in a truck full of supplies for our trip to Florida. I do not pack light.
We entered the mountains not knowing what we were getting ourselves into. At first going “up” was breath taking and I was busy pointing everything out to our girls in the back seat. Then it came time to go “down”. My hubby’s truck is a beast, but with all of the weight of our luggage, we could feel the brakes struggling immediately. They were shaking, and making these really weird noises. At this point it seemed more like a roller coaster that wouldn’t stop going down. My youngest and I were both on the right side of the car and when we looked out our windows, it was straight down.
Our chatty Cathy’s in the back seat had become quiet mice. My feet and legs became numb from digging them into the floor board. My hubby’s positive outlook had faded and he was white as a sheet. We couldn’t stop, and our lives depended on these loud failing brakes. While others were stopping to view gigantic elk, we were on the ride from hell. It was long too. We aren’t talking 2 miles here folks, we are talking miles and miles going down, not knowing if we could stop. It was definitely a defining moment in our lives that we would never forget.
When we got to the bottom we thanked God for keeping our family safe. We also vowed NEVER to take directions from April again! (Love you Apes!)
So, what the heck does this story have to do with “Kale & Sausage Soup”?
Nothing, I just wanted to share this story with you, and the “Smoky Mountain” looks good on my label 😉
Seriously though…after that ride, a bowl of this rustic-stick-to-your-ribs-hearty-soup would sure taste good. So it fits after all.
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