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October 29, 2013

A Talented Poet Appreciates the Peace of Buckhorn

Return to the Buckhorn Inn

Enjoy the hectic craziness of Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge

Or the sights, hikes, and fishing of the Smokies

But then

Return to the peace of Buckhorn Inn

Soft burbling fountain

Rocking chairs on the porch

Gently changing views of Mt. LeConte

Smooth gliding swans on the pond

Cozy rooms

Delicious breakfast

Fresh baked afternoon snacks

Joy of a slow paced gourmet dinner

Quiet with time to read, talk and relax

While smelling the mountain air

Brenda L. Whitsell, 2013

 

On-Target Hiking Options

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Thank you for all you did to accommodate our birthday group and make Jim’s big birthday really special.  He could not have enjoyed himself more, and the others say we should do this without children annually!  We especially appreciated your on-target information, Lee, about hiking options.  We loved the Maddron Bald trail and the ease of access.   We always look forward to a return visit.  Fondly, Lucia Gilliland

October 28, 2013

Enduring ties of friendship across space and time……

In the 1920’s Hubert Bebb, architect of the Buckhorn Inn and brother of founder Doug Bebb, became fast friends with my father, Walter R. Humphrey. They were students at the University of Colorado.  The friendship continued all their lives, and when my family took a vacation from home in Fort Worth, Texas, the route always included a stop in Gatlinburg with these dear friends. This began in the 1950’s.  We would stay at Buckhorn and visit both Bebb families.  In 1968 I married a native Knoxvillian, Henry Henegar, and part of the initiation into Tennessee life was a visit to Buckhorn the summer of our marriage. We stayed this time with Hubert and Louisa Bebb, walking from their home to dinner at the Inn, where I found my parents’ names in the guest books in that magical main room.  We continued to visit Buckhorn Inn for special occasions.  One of those was a family trip where we photographed two of our our almost-grown children as they walked away from us, down a leafy Buckhorn road, into their adult life. 

The enduring ties of friendship across space and time. . . the love of a particular place because of its beauty and the family memories it evokes. . . the example of a green, warm hospitality and magnificent meals:  these are Buckhorn’s reminders for me and mine.  Jane Humphrey Henegar