Hey! I have driven both of them. The Blue Ridge Parkway on lovely foggy morning, with spring blooms poking through the mists in burst of color. And then the sun coming out to bless the scene in full glory. And I drove the Going to the Sun Road with the first big flakes of autumn damping my windshield and a weak sun playing hide and seek among the crags and peaks. No comparison between the two. Both are awesome. This is such a wonderful country we live in. God gave us a calendar scene around every bend in the road, over the next peak, into the next holler. No wonder folks just kept streaming in from overseas over the century. Not only was there land in which to spread out, but it was glorious breathtaking land!! love joan