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But I wanna go back! Pweeeaase? Oh long weekends, how I love thee. Especially when it involves going to a beyond gorgeous place in the country for a three day pig roast/bonfire/party. A lake, 40+ wooded acres of big hill/mountainous property, a spring house, cold fresh watermelon and about 65-80 very nice people, gorgeous cooler weather, awe inspiring sunsets over a view that was just incredible. I've never seen such an amazingly beautiful view. Of course, front porch sitting was involved, along with much hilarity, hot dog roasting, children giggling, fishing (stocked pond 23+ feet deep), star gazing (I've never seen so many stars in my life. Seriously.), and s'mores. Also, no tv or news. I want to pitch a tent and move into the pasture they have. (They= my uncle's closest and oldest friends) Ooh, and they have cows and bassett hounds galore. And one german shephard named Mollie. My uncle's friends' gravel driveway is about a mile long, and winds through hills and turns. Their house is so far up on this hillside/mountainside that you can't see the road from it, or the house from the road. All you can see while you're up there are barns, silos, old farmhouses, and fields that stretch for miles and miles. Beautiful quiet and fresh air. I wonder if they'd mind a family of squatters? And these terrific people do this huge event every Labor day. I SO cannot wait for next year. I baked my little heart out this time, I think I may just buy everything next time. If I see any more peanut butter, I will toss my cookies. Ironically, they were peanut butter cookies I made. Plus two cakes. A strawberry cream and chocolate caramel. I ate too much, drank too much soda and got sunburned. Extremely fun. I highly recommend finding a place like this. Take a month off. It is the perfect perscription for toasted nerves and sad moods. |