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.

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