Dori and I spent last weekend in Walland at the elegant and comforting Blackberry Farm, nestled in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains. The resort is way out of our price range, but fortunately two dear friends gifted the weekend to us. TG and MBG, you guys are amazing to share that farm with us! You can probably tell Dori had a grand time from the photo.
The getaway couldn't have come at a better time. We needed a break and time to be a couple. Not a parent or an employee, but a couple. No phones, computers, or complaints. Just the two of us, talking, listening and smiling.
The dinners were beyond fabulous. We've never had better service in our lives. Dori had a world-class facial and pedicure. I caught 10 rainbow trout, including a stout 22-incher, and hiked the steepest mountain I've ever scaled. My heartbeat was racing on the arduous ascent, but descending was the greatest challenge. For about 300 yards, I had to take two steps and catch a tree to avoid falling down the mountain. My feet burned, but I loved the thrill and challenge.
Dori asked me the highlight of the weekend, and honestly, riding in our golf cart (they take away your car) to dinner at their elegant barn was a great memory. The best part was being with my wife, a survivor. Last summer was a horrible nightmare. I prefer the other side of this dream.
I hope these photos capture the beauty and tranquility of this East Tennessee property. God is indeed good.
1 comment:
Looks and sounds beautiful.
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