Marriage, Year One
Last year this day, I married the best person I know. We got married in Gatlinburg, TN, at a small wedding chapel up a one-lane winding road on the side of a mountain. We decided to have it there because it was a fairly convenient place for both of our families, and the chapel would take care of all the arrangements. We drove in a couple of days before, through Sevierville and Pigeon Forge, and stopped in Pigeon Forge to get the license. If you’ve ever been in that area, you know: Driving through Pigeon Forge on the main highway is like driving through Main Street at Disney World with 50,000 other people driving as well. Or maybe just Myrtle Beach. It’s a sensory overload experience, so we were quite surprised to turn off of the highway at the license office and discover that Pigeon Forge is also a very small, quiet town nestled a block behind the garish facades of theaters, amusement parks, and motels. ...