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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Snow Much Fun Outside

Spike likes the snow.

Spike likes the snow.

Princess Buttercup’s school was cancelled for the entire day, and Lefty came home early because of the icy conditions outside.

Snow on our rooftops.

Snow on our rooftops.

There’s hardly anyone out on the roads, but there is an occasional car that creeps by. Because we live in an area where people come from all over the U.S. to live and work, we often hear people say that they know how to drive in the snow. They are just worried about the “other guy.” Well, those are the people who you have to look out for. In other parts of the country, the roads can be salted/sanded/scraped or whatever. Not so much, here. That’s what “they” are forgetting. And I’m not really worried about someone trying to drive in the snow…I’m worried about those who try to drive and then have to brake!

Diagonal lines.

Diagonal lines.


Anyway, Lefty, Princess Buttercup, and I went outside to take advantage of the snow and ice. Our road is covered in about a half-inch of ice. Our weather people are like, “Don’t drive if you don’t have to. Stay home!” And we will.

Lefty pulls Princess Buttercup and me on the sled.

Lefty pulls Princess Buttercup and me on the sled.

Snuggles and Spike play in the snow.

Snuggles and Spike play in the snow.

Crunchy snow.

Crunchy snow.

Princess Buttercup froze this bubble in the snow.

Princess Buttercup froze this bubble in the snow.

This big, fat little bird likes the snow...maybe.

This big, fat little bird likes the snow…maybe.

Icy road to our south.

Icy road to our south.

Icy roads to our north.

Icy roads to our north.