"YOU JUST GOT PASSED BY A COWGIRL!"
|The new tat went to Thelma's head so she drove it like she stole it.|
Cindy to Desk Clerk: We're registered under the name, Pritchett.
Desk Clerk: Yes, I remember you from last year. Did you have a good trip here, Denise?
Donna: Say again?
Cindy: That's funny. Y'all had me registered under Denise Pritchett, but I know it was changed to Cindy when I made reservations for this year.
Desk Clerk: Oh, well we can correct that right here and now. Okay, so, how do you spell, Denise?
I peed my pants.
We located our site, and the first thing we noticed were tons of dry gravel, a far cry from the year before when we shared a site with a makeshift
There was only one problem with the nicely laid gravel; it left evidence whenever we hauled likker
First on our list for a Walmart run was a pair of stabilizers, when, CRASH, I knocked our only lantern over and shattered the globe. "Add lantern globe to the list, Thelma!" The impending storm forecast included a 90% chance of rain overnight so we elected to set up Bella's outside décor the following morning. All there was left to do was hook up the electricity.
"Thelma, our power cord doesn't fit the campsite outlet. It's a two-prong, not a three-prong. Shet." Adaptor would be next on our list.
Luckily, Cindy was able to purchase an adaptor from the campground before we were to join the Sisters at the pavilion for the evening's festivities. Even though Bella is as noticeable as a new saloon in a church district, we needed to leave the lights on
First, at Saddle Up, was to share a dinner comprised of dishes famous to each Sister's town and/or state. Representing the Mid-Atlantic/Appalachian Region, the Sisters who attended hailed from Florida, Maryland, Arizona, Illinois, Tennessee, North Carolina, Kentucky, Virginia, and Georgia to name a few.
|Jalapeno Apples. Yum-O, but hot enough to scorch a cub bear's butt.|
|Gluten-free desserts from Kentucky and Moravian goodies from Old Salem in North Carolina.|
There were fo-corner'd nabs from North Carolina and MoonPies out of Tennessee.
|Home of LANCE Products|
|Originated in Chattanooga, TN|
Didn't haf no grape soda so we warshed it down with apple.
|Shine strong enough to make a muley-cow grow horns.|
|The brunt of the storm was expected to pass through Pigeon Forge at 3:45 a.m.|
|Sister Annie Oakley attempting to load her pistol. Don't ask.|
For over an hour, we tossed and turned in an already unsteady, unleveled trailer. We got a tap on the door from our Saddle Up event coordinator, Kaytu, telling us to gather necessary items in case of an emergency.
|Kaytu's get-the-hell-outta-Dodge attire.|
Our bucking troubles had only just begun...