July 14, 2006

Of Boys, Crawdads and Tennessee Mountains

From the minute I hit Guntersville, Alabama on Sunday until I left Etowah, Tennessee on Thursday afternoon, I had virtually NO cell service. If I stood at the far corner of my Aunt’s home, pulled the antenna outstretched, and held the phone as far as my arm could reach it, towards the ceiling, I would get one bar, MAYBE two.

Although I actually don’t mind being totally unplugged from society, it did kind of make me nuts.

Eric of Straight White Guy and his wonderfully sweet wife had us over for dinner when we got to Tennessee. As soon as we got there, my boys were outside in his backyard running around. We weren’t there very long when they yelled, ‘Eriiiiiic! Come out and throw with us!’ At which point, I do believe, Eric informed them they should take it easy on him as he’s an old man.

The boys were still bouncing all over the backyard when Eric came back in completely drenched in sweat. His wife and I were laughing.

Not much longer, they were calling for Eric as they were hunting for frogs. “Eriiiiiic! Come out and help us catch frogs!!!”

So essentially the night was spent with my being able to speak with Eric’s lovely wife while he played catch and caught bugs and frogs with my boys.

The next day (Eric’s post on it is HERE), we were taken to the mountains where we hiked up to a water fall that was absolutely beautiful. We stopped all the way up the mountain so the boys could catch crawdads… something Eric had informed them of the night before. They were hell bent that they were going to catch a crawdad to take home, and since Eric had explained to them where they could be found, they had us stop at God only knows how many stops as the boys and Eric assessed whether it would be good searching grounds for their prey.

Now Eric thinks that I was freaked about taking crawdads home with me. Not so. I’ve had stuff ferment in my van. Hell, I’ve had a rat in my van! What I was freaking out about was the prospect of this plastic container in the back of Eric’s AUDI with river water, bugs, and crawdads.

Let me assure you, if they’d made their catch, the three boys would have been in the back of the car, talking about the crawdad and next thing we’d know, someone would have taken the top off and then river water would have gotten into his car, and of course the crawdad would have been flopping all over the backseat.

THAT was the thought that horrified me.

At some point at the river, one of my boys said, “Eric, how old are you?” Eric told them he was 33 and Bones said, “Why, Eric, you’re a young man!”

That made me laugh. He really did phrase it that way.

I have pictures I’ll download when I get home… pictures of their failed attempt to catch a crawdad as well as their attempt to catch baby fish, their new mission when they realized there were so many fish and NO crawdads and when Eric informed them they should use their crushed up tortilla chips as bait.

As the kids got back in the van to make our way to Atlanta, having told Eric goodbye, they all yelled after him, ‘REMEMBER ERIC! YOU AREN’T OLD!!!”

The warm hospitality of the Straight White Couple as well as the beauty of the Tennessee mountains made for a truly wonderful time. I will say that the river looked so clear and the water smelled fresh, HOWEVER; Morrigan and I were in my van last night and it smelled AWFUL.

Holy crap.

It smelled like something had died in my vehicle.

I finally started to clean out my van when I found Bones’ wet socks. Oh My God. That was it. That river water smelled wonderful while running through the mountains of Tennessee, but it smells RANK when soaked into a little boy's socks.


Tomorrow night? We dine with Denny of Grouchy Old Cripple. Morrigan and I can't wait!

Posted by Boudicca at July 14, 2006 09:49 PM | TrackBack

... dang... I should have warned about the wet socks.... it is a common problem around this neck of the woods.....

... it was great to have you and the boys here... you guys are troopers... I'll give you that....

Posted by: Eric at July 14, 2006 10:24 PM

Sounds like fun!

Posted by: vw bug at July 15, 2006 07:06 AM

Welcome to Atlanta!

Should be a pretty nice day for y'all here. Have a blast Bou!

Posted by: GaMongrel at July 15, 2006 07:48 AM

There's nothing like boy's feet to really stink things up...I know ALL about it!!!
Glad you had a good time...

Posted by: Lisa W. at July 15, 2006 08:49 AM

Wow! What a terrific adventure. And I'm glad the boys had the opportunity to tell Eric that he is not *old*. Sheesh!

Posted by: Richmond at July 15, 2006 10:15 AM

And Bou and the boys are gonna get my crabmeat cheesecake with a pecan crust as an appetizer. The main dish will be lasagna. Looking forward to meeting the spawn of Bou.

Posted by: Denny at July 15, 2006 02:40 PM

The thought of Eric throwin' a baseball... just doesn't seem right to me. I'm sure he can, but I'd imagined he'd throw it UP in the air only to blast it to bits with some kinda gun... I hope he enjoyed his taste of "faterhood"... Boys will be boys and all. Wet socks ain't got nothin' on night crawlers left in a trunk for 'bout a week or so...

Posted by: RedNedk at July 15, 2006 03:30 PM