It was about noon and the sun shine high in the sky, glistening off the creek running along side the road. Forest covered mountains covered the horizon, their tops covered by the signature low hanging clouds the Smokies are known for.
As I come around the bend, the shoulder is suddenly filled with stopped cars and crowds of people running to the creekside. On the other side, a herd of elf has appeared. Grazing away to their hearts delight.