I stomped around creating potholes with each step, burning holes in things with glaring eyes, steam coming out of my ears, and some choice words spilling out of my lips. I wanted to scream at the top of lungs because it was going to be such an incredible day. I eventually collected myself, pulled out my map and began to look for alternatives. I began looking for something close by because I didn't want to feel like I had wasted an entire day just to drive out here and turn back. The closest and most viable option was the Flat Creek Trail, for it began at the paved road turnaround. I went back and forth in my mind as to whether I should do it or save it, eventually choosing to just go ahead and get it done. It was going to be much less than what I was anticipating to do today in terms of miles...about 15 miles less. So I grabbed my pack and my camera, tightened up the boots, took a deep breath, and got started.
Right where I parked my car there were heart leaved asters, filmy angelica, and white snakeroot in abundance. Not but a few yards beyond the trailhead was a grand overlook with benches beside the trail. I had to admit, in all that just transpired, this view took off some of the edge. There in front of me, as far as the eye could see, endless rides of deep greens and blues, in great definition due to the clear air. In addition to the clear blue sky, it made for an impressive sight for summer, with views much clearer than one would see in June and July. The expanse of mountains went as far west as Clingmans Dome and as far east as Mt. Guyot. I could pick out ever notable point along the Smokies main crest and the Appalachian Trail. I took several pictures, panoramics, and even a video.