I knew this would be a different sort of vacation, but it was confirmed when our globe-trotting, minimalist son came off the plane and informed us he had checked a bag. What? He didn’t have everything he needed in one small bag?
He checked his bag, he explained, so he could pack his Vita-mixer.
I think this will be a different sort of vacation.
This is Brad’s wonderful green drink…he made this for us every morning. Parsley, lemon, ginger…Yum (and my bow to health).
Here’s the back-story…
This past week, Mr. H and I went to the Smokies with our youngest sons.
Now, if you’re thinking of 12 year old boys in coon skin caps you would be wrong. Our sons are now in their early 30s. Fortunately, they are both gracious enough to join us on our week long vacation in the mountains.
We had a ball.
We went to Dollywood, toured Gatlinburg and saw everything there was to see in Pigeon Forge. We went to a Magic Shop and hung out with the owners while they showed us (and sold us) a ton of magic tricks. We ate fudge, went to Ripley’s Believe it or Not, got hysterical in the mirror maze, zip lined over the forest (or at least a lot of trees), laughed through the “realistic” earthquake ride, stood in line – several times – for the wooden roller coaster …
… admired the largest chain of gum wrappers…..
….the salt and pepper shaker museum…
…and sat 8th Row, Center for a Lee Greenwood concert at the Smith Family Theater.
There was plenty of hiking and nature exploration.
We found out why The Smokies are called The Smokies.
We played LOTS (meaning until 4 in the morning) of Canasta (my new, favorite, retro, cut-throat, gives me a lot of cards to play with, partner game)…
…and a lot of other really silly games.
Mike’s relaxing jacuzzi was not so relaxing after all.
What a good time we had with the “boys”.
We laughed … a lot, we ate … a lot (I had NO IDEA pancakes were so popular in Tennessee) and we just loved being together.
Mr. H and I aren’t getting any younger, but being with our boys certainly made us feel young at heart.