This was our second visit to Haven in the Hills, and it only got better as we went along. The cabin, of course, is incredible - squeaky clean, beautifully appointed, and decorated by Judy with country artistry and flair. It overlooks five beautiful ridges, each an ever-changing display of misty greys and purples in the early morning, through the green, red, and gold of the autumn afternoon, and into the deeper twilight blue of evening, which is best experienced from the rocking chairs and picnic table out front. There's a fire pit beside the house, perfect for roasting marshmallows and staring dreamily into the flames. The silence here is enviable: no traffic, no noisy neighbours, only the sounds of bird song and the occasional inquisitive bark from a dog across the valley. We watched a doe (hopefully the same one as last year) pick a delicate path down the hillside without dislodging so much as a stone. The town of Murphy is lovely, and we were fortunate to catch the Fall Festival at the John Campbell School, where we added to our collection of Smoky Mountain pottery. Dinner at Shoebooties was a highlight, but the food available at Ingles is so good that we cooked every other meal at home. Anyone fortunate enough to spend a week here will go home rested and refreshed, and looking forward to the next visit.