The Greatest Attraction Under the Smokies!

Today was Celebrate Badger's Birthday.
We can look at it this way: her due date was 9/25, so we're just celebrating closer to when she was supposed to enter the world.
It's not my fault she chose to be early. 
Really, it's not.

My understanding is that our ancestors chose Tennessee because it strongly reminded them of Scotland and Ireland.
I just wish they'd picked a flat state, like-I don't know-Kansas or Louisiana.
You know, something that might have made them more homesick but would have blessed later generations.

Holy cow.
The way to the cave was straight up English Mountain.
All curves, not a lot of guardrails.
I closed my eyes and prayed Cowboy didn't drive us off the darn mountain.

We surprisingly made it safely.
As we were a bit early, we did a little shopping in the gift shop until the next tour started.
Then, after Cowboy and Badger entered the cave, I went outside to read.
Luckily, they had a big long bench, and it was really pleasant.
They also had a nice picnic area, but that was a bit of a climb and I am lazy.

I'm just going to say this. 
First, Forbidden Caverns is a huge tourist attraction.
It attracts visitors from across the country. 
It's not just a local thing.
Secondly, if you come down South with an attitude, don't be surprised if us Southerners meet it with one of our own.
A woman from Chicago-I know she was from Chicago because she was loudly complaining-tried to bring a giant Goldendoodle into the caves.
There is a large sign on the door clearly stating “No Dogs”
She was politely told no. 
She was politely told the rules.
She insisted the dog was trained. 
She got rude, and the folks running the cave matched her tone.
Then she sat outside, telling everyone she met how “hateful” Southerners were.
No, we're not.
Most of us older Southerners were raised to be as charming and sweet as sugar, and to grit our teeth when someone’s being rude.
But we do have limits. 
Cross that line, and you’ll quickly learn we’re not Georgia belles.
We’re mountain born and raised, and we don’t back down.

Somehow she managed to rope in a fellow from the parking lot who was also from Chicago and also had issues with the South-not the cave people, just the South in general.
They had a doggone good time trashing the South there for a bit.

I probably should have opened my mouth and told them, “Oh bless y’all’s hearts, we're not all that bad,” in my most exaggerated Tennessee twang.
But I held my tongue.

For the record, I’m only fussing about one impolite guest.
 I know that North, South, East, or West all have good apples and bad apples.

Look, it was a long wait, and my book was as boring as the TV series they made from it.
A little people-watching, a little eavesdropping, and the time went by faster.

Cowboy and Badger got through the tour and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Cowboy said I could have gone in-it was nothing worse than walking down our dark hallway.
Badger said there was only one area that was tight to go through.
I wasn't willing to risk it.
I'm pretty badly claustrophobic, and I was afraid it would feel too much like being buried alive.

After we left the cave, we took a wrong turn, but it turned out to be pure serendipity.
Instead of having to go back down that twisty, curvy mountain, we ended up on a fairly straight road that led us straight to the Island.
It seemed shorter, too.

We had dinner at Timberwood on the Island. 
Food was good as always, but they've changed the paying system.
We're not going back-good food or no.

By the time we got out, the skies were dark and threatening.
We'd barely walked down the street when the skies opened and the rain started pouring.
We walked around in a pretty good downpour for the longest time.
Got a little wet, but we don't melt.

I found Badger's birthday present at Earthbound, and I managed to hide a little bat, so that was a surprise for her.

We were all tired and a bit damp by then, so we headed home.

First, a stop at Starbucks. 
I needed a boost.
I miss the Margaritaville Coffee Shop. 
Their coffee beat Starbucks hands down.
I don't know why they closed it down and brought in Starbucks.

The sun came bursting out as we started across the bridge to the parking lot. 
Of course.

Our final stop was at the Sevierville Walmart.
We had to replace the Roomba, and the local Walmarts had been sold out.
This one only had maybe a handful left, so I got lucky.
I think it's the same model we killed. 
It was a good model, it just got choked by pet hair.

It was 5:20 p.m. when we pulled into the drive. 
We left the house at 10:30 a.m.
Badger hit the ground, literally. 
At least she made it to her bedroom.
She hasn't felt well all evening. 
Cowboy finally went out and bought her some Sprite.
I figure it was a mix of the twisty roads, a long day, and the fact that everywhere we went, people had drowned themselves in scent.
Badger is super sensitive to perfume-as am I.

Cowboy fed his chickens, gathered the eggs, and then curled up in his recliner for a very long nap.

I got the three dogs out to potty and played on the computer.
I had to stay on my feet in case Badger yelled for me.

For the longest time, I had a very silent house.

It's been a long day. 

Cowboy is awake and watching his TV.
Heron has come home from work.
Badger's decided to sleep on my bedroom floor, which cannot be comfortable.
She and Turtle are happily curled up together.

I'm going to head in and re-watch Superman with the closed captions on.
I missed a lot of the show because I couldn't hear it.

I may ask Baby Doc for another hearing test and consider hearing aids.
I'm starting to really miss out on a lot, and Cowboy and Badger get aggravated with me.