When we left the hotel in Indiana this morning, the forecast was bad. Like, hail and tornadoes bad. It was funny — maybe not “ha ha” funny, but maybe darkly ironic — that we had canceled our last vacation to Tennessee because of Hurricane Irene. All last week, the weather in Tennessee was nice, sunny, and warm; and now, we’d be hitting the worst weather since then.
“Man plans, and God laughs,” or so the saying goes. In this case, I’d rather go with “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?” (Luke 12:25) The worst we ended up going through was some rain.
We took a slight detour to Mark’s Feed Store, a barbecue place in Kentucky. It took us a little out of our way, but the food was worth it. Fun fact: the last time we were here was five years ago, the last time we vacationed in Tennessee. That was the first time Namine had ribs. My ribs. She ate my ribs, and I had her chicken nuggets or whatever she had asked for.
After lunch, we hit the road again. We kept on driving until we finally arrived at the condo around 10:00 in the evening. (We’re an hour ahead now, though, so we weren’t actually driving for quite that long.) We’re all tuckered out now, but glad that we made it safely.