This Thanksgiving had the potential to be the Most Depressing Thanksgiving of All Time (for us).
First, neither of us had our children, which makes any holiday less festive. Second, it was not entirely clear that we’d definitely be back in our house in time for the holiday. Even if we managed to get back in, we would be surrounded by Boxes and Projects and the stress that always accompanies moving.
So, several months ago (before the Dark Times of unemployment) we decided to take charge of our situation and make plans to be out of town for Thanksgiving this year. We rented a cabin through Blue Sky Cabin Rentals, packed a cooler with a turkey breast and various casseroles, and hit the road with Bailey-the-dog.
WHAT A GOOD IDEA.
The cabin was perched above Fighting Town Creek, which provided a bubbly soundtrack for the weekend.
The wood-burning fireplace also played a pivotal role:
There was also wine, and cheese, and Pumpkin Pie Spiced Almonds:
Which, seriously? Amazing. Go make them.
I decided to serve non-traditional sides with our turkey, including this Cheddar Sweet Potato Torte and these Roasted Brussels Sprouts with Mustard Vinaigrette. I know this might sound weird, but those brussels sprouts were life-alteringly good. The mustard/lemon/Parmesan combination would probably make shoe leather tasty.
Friday we got to work enjoying the surrounding area, a.k.a. burning off those Thanksgiving calories. We walked a portion of the Benton MacKaye Trail, which winds through North Georgia, North Carolina, and Tennessee.
Friday afternoon I told Jason to get in the car and not ask any questions. He did, bless his heart. I surprised him with a private sunset horseback ride. We reached the top of a mountain just as the sun was going between the mountains. Perfect.
On Saturday we drove to Amicalola Falls and hiked. I made it halfway up before my acrophobia kicked in, but Jason went all the way to the top.
We went to the mountains to avoid the stress of the house and to help us cope with missing our kids. I saw it as a “making lemons into lemonade” situation. I was unprepared for how much fun we’d have. We are lucky that we truly enjoy each other’s company, that we can spend hours just talking or reading with each other. Even the car ride was pleasant!
I would recommend that you take charge of your time when you don’t have your children, instead of trying to kill it waiting for them to get back. Our kids certainly don’t stop enjoying themselves when they’re not with us, and we shouldn’t when the reverse is true.