It's 9 pm, and I'm sitting in a three-story cabin looking out a picture window at the Great Smoky Mountains. Wait a minute--I think that's a billboard of Dolly Parton.
Yes, we are here at long last. It was a looong drive, mainly that last 1/10th of a mile up the road shaped like spiral pasta that led to this cabin. As soon as we started ascending, I put my hands over my eyes and the plastic bag between my knees because I knew that my luck had run out with the car sickness, my lifelong nemesis.
(By the way, when I was a baby, every time my parents put me in the car, I started crying, much to their aggravation. After I began to talk and/or throw up, they said, "Hey, maybe she's not just a whiny kid after all. Let's stop spanking her!")
Speaking of my mom, I called my mom as requested a few times by her when we arrived here safely, and I announced proudly, "Mom, I'm standing here looking at the Great Smoky Mountains!"
To which she replied, "Well, and you sound like a hillbilly, too."
I was so glad I had called.
I knew we were getting souther and souther when I saw a water tower painted with "Lawrence, Y'All!"
We also saw signs for "Stinky Creek Road," and my sister-in-law, who rode with us, saw a sign and asked, "What's 'toe' 'kye' '20' mean?"
We said, "What?"
She repeated herself, and then we saw the sign again, which actually said, "To KY 20," as in "To Kentucky, 20." So I'm pretty sure she's going to need an interpreter while we're down here.
We also saw two bad wrecks, which didn't make me nervous AT ALL, and we saw the birthplace of the Colonel from KFC.
Now I have lived.
My goal while I'm here is to enjoy myself with the fam, yes, but also to write that first chapter for my She Speaks proposal. Argh.
My other goal is not to gain 10 lbs. so that I can actually fit into my She Speaks clothes, which for some reason, includes a lot of white (don't ask.)
So I will catch ya sometime tomorrow, unless the bears eat me, and really, if I had to choose between bears and that thrill ride up the mountain, I'd choose the bears.
Goodnight, y'all, until tomorra.