Sometimes the good shots arenâ€™t where you think they are. It was autumn in the Smoky Mountains. If youâ€™ve never been there in the fall, you can be forgiven for thinking itâ€™s a quiet, peaceful time of year when the tourists have flown home and you have the place to yourself. Nope, itâ€™s a zoo. I think fall is actually getting as busy as â€“ or even busier than â€“ summer. I knew anywhere I wanted to go that evening would be packed, but I also knew the Little Pigeon River was nearby. I noticed one of the little â€œQuite Walkwayâ€ pull offs that are scattered thought the park, so I stopped to see how far the river actually was from that spot. Turns out, it was only a three minute walk to this area! I shot and shot. It rained a little, even a few snow flakes fell, but I played with composition after composition. And the best part was I was completely alone â€“ no one else came by the entire 90 minutes I was in the area! I had to laugh to myself as the light grew dim and I headed back to my truck. There was literally a traffic jam of people trying to see fall color â€“ and they all passed this fantastic spot on their way to â€œsomething betterâ€.