Sunday, October 16, 2011

There aren't many of the old roadside motels that are still in business or not turned into places you wouldn't want to visit with your kids, or if you didn't want bedbugs, but one exception can be found along the Ocoee River. Lydia and I got away for one night this weekend.

There were no phone in the room. No microwave. No fancy little soaps. But there was the sound of water lapping against the shore and the ding of the sails in the wind coming from the marina. There was a sunrise over the mountain, and a little old lady who runs the place from her room/apartment after hours.

Lydia standing in McCaysville, GA and Copperhill, TN at the same time. For the record we also drove to Murphy, NC on the same day, but all we really did was use the bathroom at a Dollar Store before driving back to the motel in TN.

This is Bob...I know...not a very Indian-ish name is it? Well he's weaning himself off the peyote which is why he appears a little grumpy.


Bean Sprouts said...

That sounds like an amazing weekend.
Sometime's you need to get away and just enjoy eachother's company and the beautiful view :)

George P. said...

c o o l