You would think after the past few days' events, we would just "chill" out - but no, we had to continue the roll of cramming in as much fun as we could on the holiday weekend. Sunday morning, we woke up early (early to me is before 8:00 on a non-work day) and headed to Smith Lake where the Whitaker's (grandmother) own a house. We had never made the drive from Nashville, so we honestly had no idea how to get there or how long it would take. In the history of the Whitaker Lake house, there have NEVER been written directions - everyone just knows where to turn, "By the old refrigerator." You see, this is C O U N T R Y - as in, the road names are "County Road 250" and "County Road 300." It's great. We love it.
Another factor to play into the directions is the fact that no one gets cell phone reception at the lake house. So even if we did need to call someone (parents, grandmother, aunt/uncle) because we were lost, we wouldn't be able to get them. Before Brent's parents got too far off the interstate, they called to tell us a few directions: exit name, signs to look for, etc. So we followed their directions....
About 30 minutes after getting off the interstate, we made our first gas station stop: for directions. (can you feel the tension in the car at this point?) I went in to look at a map and realized it would do me no good because I had no clue where were supposed to be going. I didn't know a "town" name. I didn't know a road/street name. I had no clue. I found out later that Smith Lake has over 500 acres of shore front - just to help you realize how dang huge this lake is.
We turned around and headed back to the interstate because in the time I was reading the map, Brent was able to get his aunt on the phone and we had taken the wrong exit and were a good 45 minutes away from the right exit. GREAT.
Long story short, we made it. I wrote the right directions down - the FIRST ever written copy of driving directions to the Whitaker lake house. (Let me know if you need a copy) And those directions include, "Turn right past the old refrigerator," because anyone who's been in the country, knows there's ALWAYS a good rusted refrigerator by the road to use as a landmark.
The weekend was a blast. We ended up having the house pretty much to ourselves: his aunt, uncle and cousin had to leave about 2 hours after we got there and his parents headed back after dinner that night. Sunday night and Monday morning we spent fishing from his grandmother's Bayliner boat which was pretty funny. Someone actually asked us if we needed a tow - it looks pretty funny to see a ski boat back in a slew fishing. We all had a good laugh about that one.
After a few hours of knee boarding and tubing, we cleaned up the house and packed up our stuff and headed back to Nashville. We had a great time, but we were pooped!!
The good news: it only take 2 1/2 hours to get to the lake house when you go the right way!
Another factor to play into the directions is the fact that no one gets cell phone reception at the lake house. So even if we did need to call someone (parents, grandmother, aunt/uncle) because we were lost, we wouldn't be able to get them. Before Brent's parents got too far off the interstate, they called to tell us a few directions: exit name, signs to look for, etc. So we followed their directions....
About 30 minutes after getting off the interstate, we made our first gas station stop: for directions. (can you feel the tension in the car at this point?) I went in to look at a map and realized it would do me no good because I had no clue where were supposed to be going. I didn't know a "town" name. I didn't know a road/street name. I had no clue. I found out later that Smith Lake has over 500 acres of shore front - just to help you realize how dang huge this lake is.
We turned around and headed back to the interstate because in the time I was reading the map, Brent was able to get his aunt on the phone and we had taken the wrong exit and were a good 45 minutes away from the right exit. GREAT.
Long story short, we made it. I wrote the right directions down - the FIRST ever written copy of driving directions to the Whitaker lake house. (Let me know if you need a copy) And those directions include, "Turn right past the old refrigerator," because anyone who's been in the country, knows there's ALWAYS a good rusted refrigerator by the road to use as a landmark.
The weekend was a blast. We ended up having the house pretty much to ourselves: his aunt, uncle and cousin had to leave about 2 hours after we got there and his parents headed back after dinner that night. Sunday night and Monday morning we spent fishing from his grandmother's Bayliner boat which was pretty funny. Someone actually asked us if we needed a tow - it looks pretty funny to see a ski boat back in a slew fishing. We all had a good laugh about that one.
After a few hours of knee boarding and tubing, we cleaned up the house and packed up our stuff and headed back to Nashville. We had a great time, but we were pooped!!
The good news: it only take 2 1/2 hours to get to the lake house when you go the right way!
Here's Brent knee boarding:
And my father-in-law:
Sorry about this last one. it's such a great picture i didn't want to leave it off, but for some reason I cannot get it to upload the correct way...oh well. Here's Brent and his cousin, Lucas. 
1 comments:
"by the old refrigerator" are you serious? only in LA.
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