Rolling in the Kitsch in Pigeon Forge

Pigeon Forge is the gateway to the Great Smoky Mountains in Tennessee, and to say that the two places are different is an understatement. The Great Smokies are these beautiful natural wonderlands, while Pigeon Forge looks like God threw up signs and parking lots. But that’s not to say I didn’t have a good time in Pigeon Forge.

I got to see the Titanic:

Which looks surprisingly good considering the iceberg and splitting in half and sinking and all.

There was a “family attraction” called Wonderworks, where I had a blast doing a ropes course, riding simulated roller coasters, and lying on a bed of nails:

Unlike the Titanic, Wonderworks looks like it’s hit a rough patch.

Here’s the ceiling of the Wonderworks lobby:

If I’d been sipping moonshine this might have seriously freaked me out.

There are shops everywhere, lining the streets, and here was a small sampling:

Not sure what bears and Christianity have to do with each other, but that didn’t stop me from buying souvenirs there.

P.S. Alas, I was not saved.

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