What is "gatlinburg"

Usage examples of "gatlinburg".

In 1951, the year I was born, Gatlinburg had just one retail business—a general store called Ogle’s.

It is bigger and uglier than Gatlinburg, and has better parking, and so of course gets more visitors.

Even the little towns like Franklin and Hiawassee and even Gatlinburg are just way stations scattered helpfully through the great cosmos of woods.

Even overlooking the large hunk that Katz and I had left out by jumping from Gatlinburg to Roanoke, and no matter how I juggled the numbers, it was abundantly evident that I was never going to hike the whole thing in one season.

I checked the numbers through twice, then looked up with an expression not unlike the one Katz and I had shared months before in Gatlinburg when we realized we were never going to hike the Appalachian Trail.

I was particularly eager to have a look at Gatlinburg because I had read about it in a wonderful book called The Lost Continent.

In 1951, the year I was born, Gatlinburg had just one retail business--a general store called Ogle's.

Just up the road from Gatlinburg is the town of Pigeon Forge, which twenty years ago was a sleepy hamlet--nay, which aspired to be a sleepy hamlet--famous only as the hometown of Dolly Parton.

The ugliness intensified to fever pitch as I rolled into Gatlinburg, a community that had evidently dedicated itself to the endless quest of trying to redefine the lower limits of bad taste.

There is not much more to it than a single milelong main street, but it was packed from end to end with the most dazzling profusion of tourist clutter-the Elvis Presley Hall of Fame, Stars Over Gatlinburg Wax Museum, two haunted houses, the National Bible Museum, Hillbilly Village, Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum, the American Historical Wax Museum, Gatlinburg Space Needle, something called Paradise Island, something else called World of Illusions, the Bonnie Lou and Buster Country Music Show, Carbo's Police Museum ("See 'Walking Tall' Sheriff Buford Pusser's Death Car!

They told me that inside I would see a man who could hold three billiard balls in his mouth at once, a two-headed calf, a human unicorn with a horn protruding from his forehead and hundreds of other riveting oddities from all over the globe collected by the tireless Robert Ripley and crated back to Gatlinburg for the edification of discerning tourists such as myself.

There had been a dinner in Gatlinburg the week before, right after their wed­ding, but that had been at a restaurant and didn't count.

When I got older I was disappointed to learn that the famous vegetarian from China who came to America to help the Soviet Revolution cold-bloodedly ordered that every third captive be put to death until the capitalist defenders of Gatlinburg surrendered.

On the road from Asheville, especially after the exit to Gatlinburg, they'd seen more and more nonconvoy traffic joining into the mix of cars and trucks on the roads.

I stretched out and took two seats until somewhere outside Gatlinburg, when I was forced to surrender one of them to a woman by the name of Mrs.