The first day we got to Gatlinburg about one, so we just unpacked
and went swimming. We had spaghetti and root beer floats. Patrick came that
night too. Before bed, the grandkids got in the "hot pool" as Camden called it with Papa.
Our second day, we drove up the mountains and then went
fishing, Dad grilled for dinner, we played Hillbilly Golf and had funnel cakes
and ice cream.
Now, in Hillbilly Golf, you ride a tram up the hill and play your way along the hillside. There are no restrooms(and no way down until you are done), which we found out about half-way through when Camden announced he had to go potty. So, in true hillbilly form, we just turned him around and let him go. Here's the proof thanks to Aunt Bef:
We very cautiously allowed Camden to cast his on his own, because he insists on doing everything just like Emmy and Nick. We gave him a wide berth, let me tell you-no one wanted a hook stuck in them.
And that's my very own hillbilly(yep, ladies, he is all mine! ) |
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