I did some salamandering in the Smokies in 2009 and 2010, it is my dearest wish to return. My first sally trip was in March of '08 when I really didn't know what I was doing at 11. I was looking for sallies in the same streams that otters inhabited, and searching in vain for vernal pools. In 2009, I returned on July 4th, armed with research about Desmognathus. My first sally was a Spotted Dusky in a springhead. It was 7:00 p.m., and the Dusky's skin shimmered in the dying sunlight. I'll never forget my elation and my father's utter shock at the sight of the wriggling dusky. I found a Red-Cheeked on one of the high mountaintops the next day in a spruce-fir forest of 65 degrees. I hate to get all sentimental, but the sight of the mountains behind that still gets me choked up when I think about it. I tell anyone who will listen that salamandering is like feeling heaven for 10 or 20 minutes at a time, but the scenery and majesty of GSMNP make it heaven two or three days at a time. Listen to Smokey Mtn. Smoke by the Osborne Brothers, think of your first Appalachian sally, the bliss you were in that day, and your mood will get a whole lot better. I am happy that others are able to experience Appalachia's spruce-fir and rushing streams first hand, as I hope even my great grandchildren will be able to do.