Here's another story from my recent trip to Tennessee. The purpose of the trip was to see my mom for her birthday. We had rented a cabin (selected by my mom's husband) and had planned to spend time kayaking, hiking, and swimming (which we did). The place was in a secluded area - no wi-fi connections anywhere. I think the nearest store was about 40 minutes away.
As we drove down a narrow dirt and gravel road, my kids and I wondered what the heck we were getting ourselves into. Dilapidated shacks that had to be at least seventy years old, rested at the edge of cliffs among fallen down trees. I strained my eyes trying to see the addresses.
Meanwhile, in the back seat, my daughter was complaining that she had to use the bathroom.
"Okay," I said. "Hang on. We're almost there."
I found a few addresses and noticed they were going up in number. We had passed our destination. Somehow, I managed to turn around, and retraced our path. I couldn't see the addresses, but I took a wild guess as to which house it was. I pulled up the steep gravel driveway, hoping not to get a flat tire or do other serious damage to my car.
"Okay, kids," I said. "You can get out now."
"Is this the place?" my daughter asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't see an address, but I'm going to guess this is it."
We walked up some poorly made wooden steps.
"This looks like one of my really bad Minecraft houses," my son said.
"Um hmmm," I mumbled after stumbling on a step that had to be ten inches tall (after one that was four inches tall).
We got up to the front porch, which was more like a covered deck. I knocked on the sliding glass doors. Nobody was home. So I opened the doors.
"Mom!" my daughter said. "What are you doing? You don't even know if this is the right place!"
"Okay," I said. "You have a choice. Since you have to go to the bathroom, you can either find a bush, or use the bathroom here."
She chose the poorly constructed Minecraft bathroom. (The floors were slanted, so the toilet was actually tipped to the side. I kid you not!)
While she was in the bathroom, I wandered around and found my Mom's stuff. I knew we were in the right place.
So ladies and gentlemen, that's the story of me breaking and entering, and of the first class accommodations we had on our adventure to Tennessee.
I hope the shack was better than it sounds! At least there wasn't an outhouse.ReplyDelete
It was crazy. Infested with bugs, and everything!Delete
I have also broken and entered places. I don't remember if you saw my blog post? Let's just say, my mom is a bad influence and cars look too similar.ReplyDelete
Haha! I hate when I try to get into a car that looks like mine but isn't!Delete
you're a regular burglarReplyDelete
Yep. I'm lucky I didn't land in jail for that one. ;0)Delete
You're brave. Very brave.ReplyDelete
Now, where are you (well, maybe not really you)... in HERE? I may have been too subtle... You may be the only one who will notice.
That's so cool! I saw the little ball! It took me while. :)Delete
Oh, that could've been scary. I'm glad it ended well and you were at the right place.ReplyDelete
Me too! I wasn't so sure by the looks of the place!Delete
Oh my goodness that place sounded awful... this is why I stay in the city... lol... I would never survive in the county... xoxReplyDelete
I don't think we'll be staying there, again!Delete
Wow, sounds like a shack that could fall down at any timeReplyDelete
One big storm would tip the whole thing over!Delete
There's roughing it and Roughing It. This sounds like the latter. Well, except you weren't in tents.ReplyDelete
Definitely not the comforts of the city!Delete
Oh, dear. I would not feel comfortable in such conditions. I'm persnickety.ReplyDelete
I can deal with a lot. It's the bugs that bothered me!Delete
Sounds the beginning of a trip to remember...ReplyDelete
It certainly was!Delete
Memorable adventure mam.ReplyDelete
Yes, it was.Delete
Sounds like a good time was had by all.ReplyDelete
Sherry did you read I have nominated you for The Creative Blogging award, I wrote it to you on one of your latest post?
Yes, Yvonne. I just saw it, but as a replied in my last post, I'm not able to connect with your blog. There's something wrong. Have you had anyone commenting on your blog? If not, the problem may be on your end.Delete
Is your profile public? If not, that could be the problem.Delete
Wow. You guys were intrepid. That sounded like some major roughing it. Glad you made it back alive!ReplyDelete
That *does* sound like some major roughing it! Glad you're back in civilization!ReplyDelete
It was a pretty area, but I'm glad we were only there for a few days.Delete
That sounds like a rather awful spotReplyDelete
Pretty spot. Awful shack!Delete
A felonious tale.ReplyDelete
We've rented vacation homes before and that first approach always brings on an "is this it?" feeling.
Pictures on line don't always give the full picture!Delete
There's definitely a book in these adventures.ReplyDelete
I'm sure I can come up with lots of book ideas from all of my adventures.Delete
Sounds like there were many adventures to follow! I'm in Nashville...not too many cabins around here. I assume maybe you were visiting the mountains?ReplyDelete
Yes, we were in the mountains. I believe it was about an hour or so from Nashville.Delete
LOL! A tilted toilet? Oh my. You had quite the adventure, eh?ReplyDelete
That was the craziest thing!Delete
What a funny story. Thanks for making me laugh, :-)ReplyDelete
I trust you still had fun together. Some of our best times were in a camp house that didn't have a bathroom (one hole outhouse and a washtub on a small back porch). The people, the location and the activities made it special.ReplyDelete
I Saw it on Facebook @ Life & Faith in Caneyhead.
We had fun kayaking and swimming. The area was really pretty.Delete
Another one of my great adventures.ReplyDelete