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I’m not going to lie, at first I wasn’t too excited to be coming here. I thought it was somewhat silly to have Thanksgiving dinner so far from home, but Mom had her reasons and I understand why it was hard for her to have it there. Once I spent the day here I realized that I was being selfish. I wanted the comforts of home and I was upset to leave them. Now, I’m happy I’m here.

The cabin is big and beautiful, and currently sleeping four. We are tucked away from everyone and there is a stillness in the air you don’t get at home. Grandpa has found some fishing, us “kids” have found the night sky and everyone is finding that having the company of each other is all the entertainment we need.

Don’t get me wrong. It was fun to play, and almost win, Scrabble. It was fun taking a car trip to Cheerokee and looking around at the shops. But that stuff is really only fun because we have each other to do these things with. Looking up the night sky, and seeing shooting stars, is only fun when you have someone to look with you, someone to point things out to you and someone to point things out to.

Not that I wouldn’t come here alone. It would be the perfect place to come and spend some alone time and try to work it all out, but that isn’t what this trip is about. It’s about family. One day I’ll bring my son here, to Fontana Lake, and we can look at the stars together. Maybe we can also do some fishing.

It is the perfect spot to get away from it all because even now I can’t get cell service without traveling up the side of the mountain or driving a mile away. That isn’t to say the place is barren with no amenities. Again, the cabin is big and nice, with enough stuff to put on one hell of a meal. And we spent at least an hour in the hot tub, that is on our porch, today.

I think I’ll be coming back on my own if we don’t turn this into a regular thing.

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Food. Meat. Protein. It was a great day, but for other reasons: Brazilian Steakhouse. If you haven’t been to one of these things you have to make it soon. Meat. Sticks. Slices. They bring meats of differing cuts and sources to your table, pork tenderloin to beef ribs, and you nod yes if you’re interested and nod no if you aren’t. It’s that simple and a million times more tasty. The cuts that they serve are great for some of, what we assume are their own, secret reasons, but delicious. The house specialty at this place (Boizao, Tampa Flordia) is the flank steak and the greatest single piece of meat you’ll ever have. The beef ribs also good, and I have to admit I’ve never had the chance to try beef ribs before today, tasted like homemade roast and was that juicy and soft. When you first get there you enjoy a barrage of meats and you are just dazzled. You don’t miss anything and are offered some things three times. Even at the close of the meal I was told they could get anything I liked brought. :*

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My first full day away was good because of that one fact, I was away. No work, no worries. It’s amazing how quickly you forget about the silly things you left behind. Things that were on my mind even on the trip down are forgotten and life has moved on, without issue. I woke up late, which I’m going to blame on the drive in, and it didn’t matter much. It’s not like the normal weekend sleep-in either, your two day excursion isn’t ruined, you still have the rest of the week to play. And today was play. I made it to the beach and it was nice to casually have a few beers in the process. The sound of the water futilly rushing to the shore always puts me in another state of mind and today was no exception. The beach is also a good introduction into not caring what you look like or how you may smell. You know that your hair is having a spasm because it’s wet and there are the most serene winds, that happen to love you but hates hair, and that doesn’t matter because you’ve found a happy place.

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My first full day away was good because of that one fact, I was away. No work, no worries. It’s amazing how quickly you forget about the silly things you left behind. Things that were on my mind even on the trip down are forgotten and life has moved on, without issue. I woke up late, which I’m going to blame on the drive in, and it didn’t matter much. It’s not like the normal weekend sleep-in either, your two day excursion isn’t ruined, you still have the rest of the week to play. And today was play. I made it to the beach and it was nice to casually have a few beers in the process. The sound of the water futilly rushing to the shore always puts me in another state of mind and today was no exception. The beach is also a good introduction into not caring what you look like or how you may smell. You know that your hair is having a spasm because it’s wet and there are the most serene winds, that happen to love you but hates hair, and that doesn’t matter because you’ve found a happy place.

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I’m sitting at a greasy spoon type of lunch counter somewhere in Tennessee and even though it has a scary vibe I feel more American here than I have at any Civil War park I’d been to as a kid. There is something about the classic waitress, the short order cook and the sound of things being grilled and fried that lets you know you’re home. You want a cup me coffee in that tiny cup, to get the big breakfast special, you want to see the two robbers from Pulp Fiction (I only get truck drivers and the most desperate looking guy in state sitting opposite of my spot at the counter). Well my burger and fries are here… See you later.

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I don’t think there are rest areas in the state of Tennessee. I sure wish there were.

Update: There isn’t!

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It’s a dark lonely existance, but the senses are overloaded with the surrounding information and the vital data needed to navigate the road. (North of Renfro Valley Kentucky/Mount Vernon)

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I should be leaving town in about 10 hours! See you suckers next week, watch here for some mobile blogging.