Well, it was foggy, rainy, misty for much of the trip, so the mountain lines were really tame, almost invisible. Instead of deep vista sketches, I made do with creatures from the Biltmore House.
And a boy throttling a swan or two, in the Winter Garden. Halfway through drawing this, I was told I wasn't allowed to sketch inside the house. I protested to three people, successively higher up in the ranks, and was allowed to continue if I promised to be discreet. Which was hard, because my natural tendency is to sketch while swinging from a chandelier, nude, bellowing out the Volga Boat Song.