Our Place

Clint and I so represent the bumpkin side of Alabama. If we want to go somewhere special to make wonderful memories as a family we don't have to board a plane and go somewhere romantically spectacular like Rome.  We just hop in the car and travel to McCalla. A place were we made a very important promise/a covenant made legal and of course, ahem, our honeymoon...

Brother Doug holding the Ring

May 27, 2006

Winter 2009

Before you go all thinking spending your honeymoon camping out at Tannehill is "WOW, that is SO... red," it's because my brother and his family at that time lived in Brazil and were only visiting for a very short time.  I didn't want to travel out of town because I only got to see my nieces and nephews once a year IF that often. So, we put it off until a later date.  Clint and I spent one night and the next morning celebrating marriage and then spent the rest of that week with my nieces and nephews.  I don't regret one second of that decision.

We have a lot of great memories there and the list keeps growing. Most of them are unmentionably funny.  Hilarious to only us.  A sort of "you'd had to been there."  Like the night of our wedding after everyone had gone home and we sat around a campfire celebrating the day with me drinking a bottle of  Seagram's Dry Cham-pag-ne (Tannehill convenient store's finest) sans the champagne glasses (basically, straight out of the bottle) and Clint eating smores while laughing at me once I'd gone full buzz.  I'm not one for drinking champagne, of course, but I was celebrating.


Surprisingly I was saved from the huge hangover headache.  However, while watching the Tannehill Memorial Weekend Civil War reenactment  (bahahaha, can we say "hick!").  I'd say redneck, but everyone knows I prefer to be called "country" instead.)   Every time they'd shoot off a canon I'd shriek with pain.  That is also hilarious to us.  When we pull out our so called "honeymoon" photographs, they are from a Civil War reenactment.

Reenactors

Our sweet memories are not all from our wedding of course.  We have many from that place!  It's just special to us in a way that it's hard to explain. 

May 27, 2006 Reception

So if we find ourselves getting into arguments over stupid stuff constantly or if the looks of disgust become a little too common, we go to everyone's  favorite grade school field trip spot. There's basically nothing there but old construction representing a long but not forgotten war/way of life and gorgeous scenery. Especially in Fall.

Winter 2009

It's not very big and we've seen everything there is to see (which is not very much) a million times BUT we never grow tired of it.



Like a few others, we carved our initials on the tree on one of the trails behind the creek the day after we got married.   CP/TP = 06.  This last time when Clint was tracing back over it, one of the initials got chipped - bummer - so he carved out a separate place.  We keep intending on putting Dax's name in it, but  - well one of these days we'll get to it.

October 2010 Riding the Train