Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

Friday…Fontana…

Author: thenicknick

It’s just as I suspected.  I have so much to tell you about the trip that I’m not even sure where to begin.  So, you know me, I must begin at the beginning.

*ahem ahem*

Friday, we drove to Fontana.  It was a long drive, broken up by short stops and laughter and music and pictures.  We officially left The Bubble just before 11am.  We ran a few quick errands, like gas and ice, and headed out of town.

We were on the road all of two hours before we stopped.  I can’t believe out of all the places we could have eaten…we ended up at the awful waffle.  They all had their favorite breakfast foods, while I ended up eating a chicken sandwich.

And for some reason, even though I am a seasoned traveler, I suddenly had a bladder the size of a peanut.  So, we stopped…a lot.  Luckily, I managed to make sure that it looked like it was the kids who needed to stop.  When they move out, I’m dead, and my secret will be revealed.

We had one near death experience.  Every road trip should have one.  This was the result of a really strangely placed rest stop.  The only way to enter it was to cross two lanes of speeding traffic.  The only way to exit was to join the speeding traffic and do a u-turn.  It was scary.  There may have been some screaming.

Rachel: Oh my God!  I think I need to go to the bathroom again.

me: I’m gonna need to change.

Keenan: I saw my life flash before my eyes.  We’re gonna die!

HIM: Shut up!  No talking.  Do you want to make me lose my nerve?

And I thought about it.  Um.  Maybe a little.  But we were quiet just the same.  It lasted five whole minutes.  Then he graciously raised the talking ban.

We drove the way I love…stopping to smell the proverbial flowers, which really means allowing me to take pictures at scenic outlooks along the way.  And they were really scenic.  Everyone should visit the Smoky Mountains if they they have a chance.

Finally, we arrived.  And we did some exploring.  The place was as pretty as I remember.  (I have a great memory.)  We checked in to the cabin before Jennie and her family arrived.  I loved the place, but you let me know what you think.

Please note, I didn’t take close ups of the outside because HE picked the place apart.  The new Hardie siding was not installed properly.  The windows weren’t installed properly.  There was no caulk used.  The vinyl bathroom floor was coming up.  The list of his complaints was endless.  At the same time, we have no desire to live there for any length of time so he couldn’t do anything about it even if he wanted to.

Friday night was great.  We made dinner at the cabin.  It wasn’t the same.  I never cook as well with strange cookware and strange ovens…as evidenced by the cut on my finger.  I watched the knife slice my thumb open.  HE watched, too.

HIM: Okay.  What if I finish with the slicing?

me: Thanks, babe.

HIM: I just don’t want you bleeding all over dinner.

And though our plan to go to the resort campfire and listen to live music was called on account of rain, we made alternative plans.  We played games with the kids.  We sent the kids to their respective rooms and utility closets (the boys slept in what would have been the laundry room on a pile of blankets and pillows…it was good enough for Harry Potter…) before the adults played cards.

At midnight, we called it.  After all, it had been a long day.  There had been a long drive.  And there was a lot of time left to do everything we wanted to.  And we did.

Come back tomorrow to read about how I managed to get some color…

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