Day 67: Interstate Tour 2018
If Branson and Las Vegas had a baby, and it was raised by Nashville, Six Flags and Disney, then you'd begin to get an idea of the crazy, sprawling, tourist mecca that is Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.
The gateway to the Great Smoky Mountains, birthplace to Dolly Parton (next door to Pigeon Forge, actually, in Sevierville) and a place where entertainment, shopping, dining and attractions shout at you from every inch of property. I love kitschy, neon-lit tourist trappage - just the facades in this town are worth the gas to cruise around and gawk at the over-the-topness of it all.
But not this time around, not for me. I was on the hunt for sick, solid WiFi, and with this many entertainment options, lodging choices and fast food joints, I was bound to find a strong signal where I could park, turn on the gennie, and get some work done.
With the iPhone WiFi dialogue open as a sort of hailing frequency, I drove down boulevards, lingered around parking lots and followed the data scent until I ended up in a McDonald's parking lot in Sevierville, and that's where I remained for the next 12 hours.
Great signal. Got just about everything done.
And with that - I'll chill for the night and contemplate the route, and adventures, heading north.