After five months of traveling through the flat-lands of Florida and the Gulf Coast, I was genuinely delighted to see mountains again. I didn’t realize how much I missed them until I saw the rolling hills of the Great Smokies for the first time. Even though we’ve been moving once or twice a week, the dramatic change in landscape made it feel like we landed someplace completely different. As much as we’ve loved our last couple dozen stops, this somehow feels new and fresh; like travel is supposed to.
Everywhere Once 
What do you think?