Your GPS is Oh, So Very Wrong

This explains everything.

This explains everything.

There’s one more picture (which deserves its own feature post) that I took when we visited the Highlands.

First, a quick backstory.

So my parents’ cabin is a skip and a hop from this small town in Tennessee. I mean, this town is small. It’s on the map, but I think it’s virtually a ghost town, but people still live therein.

There is a bit of a town block, if you will…a row of those old, turn-of-the-century brick buildings, which really would look nice if someone had the money and inclination to restore them.

Every time we go through that town, as it were, our GPS goes nuts and gets scrambled. “Re-calculating. Re-calculating!” it warns. And we’re like, “But you told us to go this way!”

Well, I think we’ve all been vindicated. Check out the new sign that they put up!

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Weekend at the Highlands

The creek.

The creek.

Lefty, Princess Buttercup, the pups, and I all spent the weekend at my parents’ cabin in south Tennessee. It was Memorial Day weekend, so we decided to head out of town.

This was Spike’s first visit, and it was the first time that our family has been back since poor Samson lost his life on the road in front of the cabin.

People learn from their mistakes, so we were extra careful watching that the dogs didn’t go near the road…even though the road is about 300 yards from the cabin.

We had a great time enjoying hamburgers, hotdogs, s’mores, and the great outdoors.

A view from the hill.

A view from the hill.

My mom calls the place “the Highlands” after our ancestral home. I mean…not that we ever lived in Scotland or Ireland, but it’s where everyone in our family started from according to documentation.

Headed up the ridge on the ATV.

Headed up the ridge on the ATV.

The place has a gurgling creek, hay fields, and a very steep incline that leads to part of Chestnut Ridge.

My dad rents the place out to a local guy, who uses it as a hay field. That’s why the grass looks so tall over Spike’s head.

Spike in the hay field.

Spike in the hay field.

It rained part of the time, so we hung out on the back porch and played cards. Lefty was off riding the ATV, and Princess Buttercup and I were playing “War.” We heard a sound in the trees nearby and watched as a big water snake fell from a tree. (Shiver!) It was so creepy. Back at home, Lefty looked it up and read that it was a non-venomous variety that could climb trees. According to the website, cottonmouths can’t climb trees.

I don’t care what kind of snake it is. They all creep me out!

Hey, Snuggles!

Hey, Snuggles!

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Our gear.

Our gear.


Tennessee farmhouses.

Tennessee farmhouses.

Tennessee or Bust

Samson and Snuggles have a blast at the cabin.

Samson and Snuggles have a blast at the cabin.

Hi Everyone,

I just got back from a morning jaunt into town—Huntsville, that is—and now I only have a few minutes to write.

I’ve got to get packing for a weekend get-away to my parent’s cabin in Tennessee. I think I’ve blogged about it once before.

You see, when my parents got ready to retire, they sold off our Jachin family land and moved up here to be close to my brother and me. (I came to Huntsville some time after college.)

They bought a small 4-acre farm nearby and then bought their dream property in TN. It has a small creek and “a mountaintop,” as they call it. There they built a small cabin, with a loft that Princess Buttercup calls her own.

We like to load up our truck with our dogs, Samson and Snuggles, and take off to TN. I love it because we all can tromp through the forest like Ben and I did when we were Jachin kids. Lefty and Princess Buttercup love it because we can let the dogs run all over the place like crazy. Okay, so I love that part, too.

Today, I’m going to re-post some of our pictures of their place, but next week I will try to post some new ones.

So I’ve got to run and get packed. See you next week!

Samson loves the water.  Snuggles...not so much.

Samson loves the water. Snuggles…not so much.