This year we flew to Tennessee. Mike decided after driving there from New Jersey last spring that he would never do that again. The flight was only 1 hr and 40 min and then we had a 1 hr and 40 min drive from the airport. As soon as we got there we jumped right into the games my uncle made. The first was a bean bag toss. Here is Mike with my Granny. She is 81 years old. Next was rolling the hoop and throwing the spear through it. Here is my Uncle Paul. L wore him out by the end of the visit. She was his buddy the entire time. Of course Gene had to do some shooting with the 22. Later on my uncle brought out a shot gun, but I steered clear of that!Granny and L blew bubbles while Gene shot the gun. L decided bubbles were for weenies (her word, not mine!) and she needed to get her hands on the 22 as well. We did some crazy hiking. 2 miles each day. I wore flip flops. Have I mentioned I'm a girly girl? I don't like bugs. I don't like dirt. I don't like danger. See that stone door? We hiked to it. Later that night we headed back to our cabin and did some fishing. L caught the first one. Uncle Paul went to the other side in search of Bass, and Granny collected wild flower seeds to plant in her woods. Have I mentioned they have close to 30 acres with a stream too?I love this shot of Gene running back to us. It definitely is a very different way of life there. It's calm. It's peaceful. It's laid back. There's no hustle and bustle. Everyone is friendly and stops to say hi. It's beautiful.
I can't wait to post the rest of the pictures tomorrow!