Oh What A Night……
I grimaced, I could just see Demetrius getting all fussy and whine-y when we told him we wouldn’t be watching movies on the way, and in the pictures online we didn’t see a TV. No movies for him? That would make for an extremely long trip and a very agitated little boy.
Kim called and asked the manager. No, the mini-van would be just fine. And yes, the living room and the bedrooms had TVs. Whew.
So Friday morning we all loaded and headed up about an hour-and-a-half outside of Atlanta to Ellijay, GA for the town’s annual apple festival. On Friday we’d do the little town, go to an apple orchard, and then go to the cabin. On Saturday we’d go to the festival and then head home early evening. Sounded like a good plan.
The town was as cute and quaint as expected. Maya and Kim did a little antiquing..and so did Demetrius. He found a vintage, 1994 Superman comic for a dollar and a half. This made him happy…along with the cute little Mexican restaurant we ate at that had homemade chips.
Maya found a paint your own pottery place, and we did that, and bought some cute little wooden apple trinkets for everyone’s teachers. After that we headed to the Apple Orchard to pick our own apples.
A couple of bags and rows of apples can only lead to alot of fun. Demetrius and Maya ran crazy, until their bags were about half full. Then they were too heavy to carry and run…which of course meant that Daddy carried the bags while Mom chased and yelled, “I need to be able to see you Demetrius and Maya…”
After buying a few pecks of apples and fried pies at the orchard and grabbing dinner and breakfast at Super Wal-Mart, it was off to the cabin for a great night (and we bought stuff to make smores!).
Then onto the cabin, and one of the highest stressful nights of my life.
The directions to the cabin were sketchy at best, even after Kim called earlier in the week. As soon as we started to climb the mountain…it was one lane, gravel covered and poorly marked. Kim gripped her leg and the arm support on the passenger door. Maya kept telling us that it was scary from the back. I frankly was a bit concerned too…while the whole time Demetrius kept telling us to turn the volume of the DVD player in the van up. He didn’t care, he was watching Tom and Jerry. The worst? These paths weren’t marked well. We weren’t sure where we were, and with directions like, “pass the cabin with the red roof on your right”…suburban light weights like us get just a bit nervous.
We got there in one piece…6.1 miles up the mountain took us just over half-an-hour. But the cabin and the views were stunning. And the kids had a bunk bed! Take a look:
If you want a better walk around of the cabin, watch the video I posted on Saturday night….and you’ll notice a trend. While the cabin was beautiful in inside and seemed safe on one side of the cabin, on the other side was a ginormous drop off. On the outdoor fireplace end of the deck, it was about 40 feet down. On the hottub, ‘back door’ end of the cabin it was probably between 80-100 feet down. See, I’m not lying:
I’m scared of heights, Maya is scared of heights and Kim is scared of Demetrius killing himself. And as he kept trying to hop up on the hot tub cover (which he could have tumbled right over the side) and also push himself up to look over the deck…he very well might have been able to pull off his mother’s worst fear.
So that sets you up for the night. Kim was a wreck, Demetrius kept going outside attempting to hop and look over the side and Maya was worked up that he would fall, or somehow a stranger or (bear/coyote/Bigfoot) would appear and attack her and throw her over the side. We attempted smores once it got dark with the outdoor fireplace. Until Demetrius got up and ran across the deck and hopped to see what he could see over the side ‘in the dark’. Kim moved as fast as she could, grabbed him and took him and Maya in telling them quite loudly, “That’s it. No more outside (Maya, I’m sure, was okay with this)….Demetrius, I told you 100 times not to do that since we’ve gotten here tonight….”.
If there were any bears waiting to grab Maya when she wasn’t looking, they were moving on to another cabin. They know an angry mother’s tone in any species language. Time to move onto other unsuspecting prey…..
I tried to relax out on the deck, but it was no use. Kim was a mess and so was Demetrius (he was wound up because he couldn’t go outside and was loaded with sugar from the smores) so I just went in, decided I’d watch some TV and hit the hay (I had to go down that hill early in the morning). So when I went upstairs to put on my PJs….PAIN!
I couldn’t figure it out. It felt like my eye and my head had been punched. I clutched my head and went into the bathroom. I was bleeding (and all of you know how foreheads bleed) and my right eye was tearing something fierce (I had poked it and my glasses were off on the floor somewhere) and I scratched my head just off the side above the ears. What the hell?
I got the bleeding to stop, walked out (Kim was reading to the kids) of the room and saw that our bag of clothes was unintentionally placed below a rack of antlers, at eye level. Who puts antlers on the wall, at eye level? What the hell? Once I got the bleeding to stop, it didn’t seem to bad (the ‘wound’) and the glasses, we think, kept the antler from poking me in the eye (could you imagine trying to get an ambulance up this road I’ve described…or Kim trying to drive down at night with me and a punctured eye?)… Pictures here:
The next morning we decided that I probably could have used a stitch or two, but what to do (as said above). A couple of days later the eye hurts more (sore) than the cut above. The cool thing about it? I can now say that I have a scar on my head from a deer’s antlers. I can say that without lying, and with a straight face. The rest of the story I don’t have to tell….but I’m wondering if I do if I’ll be seen as a bit of a tough mountain man? Ha!
The next morning Kim shot out of bed as soon as we heard stirring from the kids, and of course, Demetrius told her he wanted to go outside. However, outside, we saw this:
When we left, I have to say, it was the worst drive of my life. We never went above 10 miles an hour down grades that had to be at least 80%. Just over six miles, downhill, 45 minutes. We were all shredded emotionally after this – I’m not joking when I say over 10 miles an hour the van started rocking and we got lost and had to have someone lead us out….all I kept thinking was, “My Volvo Cross Country is all wheel drive! Who told Kim that a mini-van was okay?” Man, I was peeved…
On the way out of town, we saw a pumpkin patch and decided we all needed to get out of the van for a brief period of time. Kim took some awesome photos -
By the time we loaded up the pumpkins, we were hungry again…and hit IHOP. After this morning, it was now about 12:30pm…and we decided to just give it up and head home. Maya was happy to make her soccer game. I watched some football and vegged. Kim and the kids went to bed early…and I vowed that I’d never go back.