'Twas the day after Christmas, when the Sonnier-Fawcett clan
loaded into an SUV and a 15 passenger van;
The adVANture begins! |
With adults silently wondering how we would survive;
With diligence and conviction, we vowed to avert all the brawls,
That were sure to erupt on our way to Amicalola Falls,
The cabin |
Where we purposed to spend our after-Christmas vacation,
We successfully traveled eastward, halfway across the nation,
And checked into two cabins - very cool accommodations.
The whole family played fun games in our spacious chateau,
Playing "Salad Bowl" and "Tribes" |
"The Spin Cycle Dance" netted $5 |
We called them by name,
Then called them some more:
"Now, Russ! now, Laura Lee! now Conner and Benjamin!
On, Hayes! on, Brooks! on, Landry, Carson and Graham!"
Blue Ridge Scenic Railway Depot |
On the Blue Ridge Scenic Railway we wanted to go,
All Aboard! |
MoMo Kay settled in for a long winter's nap,
"While visions of sugarplums danced in her head..." |
It deposited us right over the Georgia-Tennessee line.
Makin' a run for the border |
Beckoning us to experience Amicalola Falls,
Amicalola means "tumbling waters" in Cherokee, we're told,
The beauty was stunning, the view never got old,
Here's one from the top,
Going over in a barrel? Nope, nope, nope... |
Tumbling Waters |
A Long Way Down |
Peace in the Valley |
It goes from Georgia to Maine, a campaign I would fail.
2,168 long miles this epic trail goes,
Where persistent hikers succeed, but I'd decompose.
A Walk in the Woods |
425 strenuous steps up: The Staircase from Sheol,
High Steppers |
Going back up was a workout, we were gasping for air,
Steep steps |
Now climb up! climb up! To the Visitor's Center we must go!"
For there Ranger John had a presentation to make,
Like at hillbilly church, the boys handled a snake!
A red-tailed hawk named Lancelot put on quite a show,
Lancelot showing off his plumage |
Gizmo |
Still the best! |
That might sound odd, but that's how NASCAR began,
Runnin' shine during Prohibition -
Outrunnin' "the Man."
Fast Cars |
The boys jumped into a stream and built a fish trap!
Does anyone hear banjo music? |
The boys' goal was to herd unwitting fish into tonight's seafood dish.
The Fish Trap |
Built a nice fire back at the campsite,
The Campfire |
Chiens Chauds |
A bird's eye view |
The place where Uncle John lives is pretty swell.
Gotta be back in college in 2 weeks - Don't think she can hike to Maine in that timeframe... |
We gathered into the cabin, running faster than snot.
Everyone assembled, moving fast as a comet,
To play a Russian Roulette Jelly Bean game:
Where the beans taste like dog food, rotten eggs and vomit.
Will this brown jelly bean taste like chocolate? Or Dog Food? |
Only rednecks play games that require spit cups!
"That's Horrible!" |
We drove to tell Uncle John "Bye" at his house.
Farewell! |
“I hope the cabins are still standing. What a wild episode! ”
We did make it back to Louisiana, although the van was a wreck,
Homemade Sign on the window |
Country Boy Fresh |
Our annual vacation ended with memories made and much fanfare,
Thanks Dad and Mom for getting us there.
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