You probably don’t know this because you’re a filthy bigoted urban supremacist, but the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Tennessee is the most-visited of all America’s nationally designated scenic playgrounds.
The discriminating summer vacationer can find many accommodations of varying quality and pricing in the area:
The Smoky Mountains fairly throb and vibrate and pulsate and scream until their lungs explode with the hopes, visions, dreams, and high-priced knickknacks of this great nation and all of the people and animals therein.
Speaking of animals, I spotted this at Dollywood and wanted to send a shout-out to Vegan Jules:
And while still on the animal tip but slyly segueing into the souvenir theme, I spotted numerous glistening examples of what our Norwegian correspondent Lasse has christened Wolphinjun art. Although the first specimen technically features neither wolves, dolphins, nor Injuns, I think it captures the aesthetic sensibility nonetheless:
Moving up the evolutionary ladder from animals to humans, one can purchase tchotchkes depicting the area’s famous and oft-maligned “hillbillies”…
…as well as the South’s historically abused and oft-misunderstood “black people”…
…and, not to be outdone, the noble indigenous folk known generally as “Injuns” but more specifically as “Cherokee”:
The Smoky Mountains offer souvenirs for everyone, no matter where you might find yourself on the food chain!