When I had my vacation home in the Smokey Mountains there was a Pelican that lived local to me.
We were both heathens that did not go to church on Sunday mornings, instead we would meet up and go for a drive on some fun empty roads since everyone was in church there.
We covered NC, SC and Georgia in a 80 mile or so loop that would take most of the morning to cover.
We aptly called the drive "The 3 State Revival".
We stopped off here and there to stretch our legs, this was one of the places we stopped.
I still think the blood (red paint) dropping down is a horrific touch but what do I know?
Once in a while we would get a local guest to join us, this weekend a local guy with a 928 took a spin with us.
I miss that house and my friends up there lots of good times up there.