So I lived in Tennessee for 20 years, but now the word “Tennessee” means my brother- and sister-in-law’s ranch in Belvidere [sic], Tennessee [duh].
And according to my nephew Michael, “Tennessee” is actually the house itself. He was across the street with his Dad taking a photo and when they were done, asked if they “could go back to Tennessee now.” Silly rabbit.
So what do you do with 6 adults and 9 kids in a 3 bedroom house with 1 bathroom? Have a lot of fun, actually.
Sure there are lawn chairs all over the yard and at least 2 beds in every room. “Goodnight, John Boy” would not be an unusual thing to hear. But there are fun things to do. Like build a hitching post. Or play corn hole.
There’s also some good food. Watermelon (not my fave, but others seem to dig it), burgers and some good Italian meats from The Hill in St. Louis, courtesy of my Dad and Stepmom. And, naturally, summer beer.
There’s a lot of relaxing and catching up. Some swatting bugs away. And welcoming new friends like Molly the Dog.
Molly the Dog (not to be confused with Molly the Human) lives down the street, but hung out with us the whole weekend.
We discovered a drop-in point for the nearby Elk River and went tubing a couple of times. We also rented Pontoon boats and headed out on the Lake one sunny day. No pics though. Molly + Vaguely Sporty Things + Water + Fragile Electronics don’t really mix.
There may have been some redneck off-roading.
Since Dad and Sheila came to join us for a couple days, we took a trip into Fayetteville to see the town and the plaque at the courthouse in honor of Taylor’s great-uncle for whom he’s named. (No relation to Sweet Baby James.)
Here’s the whole Clampett crew.
It was a wonderful long weekend. I can’t say I wasn’t excited to get back to my own bed, but I enjoyed everything the great state of Tennessee had to offer.
PS. See what treasures I found at the TN/AL Fireworks store last year.