Last year about this time I was posting about the Hillbilly Boatin Bonanza. Did you miss it? Catch up
here for part 1 and
here for part 2...it was pretty hysterical if I may say so myself. (and I do).
So this year with temps topping out near 110 we decided that camping may not be the best idea
thankGOD!. Not to mention after surviving last year I contented I deserved a fully air conditioned, running water (aka toilet and shower) RV for the trip this year. For some reason Irishman didn't run out and buy one
jerk. We embarked upon the Hillbilly Loafn Bonanza.
We made plans and headed out with all three kids this time, where
"Oh Dear!" is not an exclamation of endearment. It really means
"holyeffnshittherearetenDEERstandinginthemiddleoftheroad *gasp* SLOWDOWN!". If you follow me on twitter you saw my running totals of Harriet the Honda vs Critters. Harriet won.
Magically surviving the nearly 4 hour drive, we pulled into the Hillbilly Hideout and Lil Duck gasped...
Pretty sure I would've cried had this actually been where we were to lodge for 4 days. Instead we turned down this beautiful private drive
which led us to what would be our oasis in the backwoods where much fun and laughter was shared.
I tell ya, if I could spend every summer day lounging in the spring fed creeks that pepper the hollers of Booger County, I would. Peaceful doesn't even begin to describe. Many describe the midwest as a miserable place since we lack any
real mountains or vast ocean filled horizons. Son, let me tell you! I do just fine with a jug of BONAFIDE moonshine and views like THIS!
And moonshine is everything I thought it would be and more! Each time I visit Irishman's "backhome" I increase my eligibility for becoming an honorary hillbilly. I learned to skip rocks here, Lil Duck learned about arrow heads and the boys again found a rope swing to fling themselves through the air with...
I also learned that I'm gonna have to toss my favorite purple dress. Seeing myself in pictures, I look like a hybrid heifer and someone thought it was a house robe. And it may be the place where Redneck jokes are born but you'd be hardpressed to find a more laid back, friendly place to cool your toes and just breathe.
I'm excited to see what the title of the next chapter will be. It would be great fun to have the Hillbilly Hitchen Bonanza!
And because this past weekend and the memories make me happy beyond words, I am also linking up with