We came through there on our way down to Atlanta in March. Yeah, odd juxtaposition of Times Square/Vegas glitz and the Appalachians at their most stunning and serene. Actually, we went through there twice because on the way down the weather on the ridge was so nasty we could barely see 50 yards. I didn’t want to be in that part of the country and not see it, so we came back through there before heading out to the coast.
I thought Gatlinburg was the nicer of the towns. It seemed amenable to parking your car and spending an afternoon on foot visiting the touristy places. We almost went to the aquarium but the girls were in a state so we pressed on.
Sevierville/Pigeon Forge seemed an unrelenting tourist trap strip, but it looked like there were things the girls might like when they get older. I guess your enjoyment depends on your tolerance for that sort of thing. Sevierville and Pigeon Forge sort of blended into each other along 441.
An interesting feature is the numbering of the intersections, so instead of “go to the intersection of main and maple and make a right” it’s “go to 23 and make a right” and you just count down or up and make your turn.
Admittedly 441 was all I saw of those towns.
I’d like to spend some more time in that area next time we go to Atlanta, and when I have more money (we did our trip after I’d been laid off).