The last time I spent time in Pigeon Forge, TN, I was nine years old. My family and I went to Knoxville in 1982 to attend the World’s Fair, and stayed in Pigeon Forge.
My father once described Pigeon Forge as “a sideshow without a circus” back in 1982. Not much has changed.
Susan got a good deal on this cabin for the weekend just off the beaten path. It was overkill for only four of us, but it was cheaper than the hotel I’m in tonight in Washington D.C.
One of the main things Morgan wanted to see in Pigeon Forge was the Titanic Museum.
The museum has more than 400 items on display that were on board when the ship went down, the most valuable of which was the actual violin that the band leader played while the ship went down. He didn’t survive, but the violin did.
Mason wasn’t as interested in the Titanic Museum, but had a good time racing go-karts just down the street.
Then we were off to see what Susan wanted to see. A llama farm.
I’ll write more about the llamas later this week, but suffice it to say this was the only picture I took while we were outside the pen. The rest of the time we were inside the fence, petting llamas and occasionally dodging llama spit.