Growing up, I spent more time with Granny than I did at home, which was only three miles away. I remember using a chamber pot before plumbing was added. I remember family dinners and sitting on the front porch listening to local gossip. I walked behind an old mule and a plow. I got flogged by roosters and stepped barefoot in deep mud with cow poop often. It was a good life. Truly, there are more stories to tell than I can fit in this small biography.
In the late 1970’s, the government needed the majority of the land back to add to the National Park. Luckily, this section of park land is not the side buzzing with tourists. It is on a road less traveled and remains a peaceful, natural haven. Having grown up there, it is now my greatest joy to share this humble mountain property with those who need a small outdoor space to get married or have beautiful photographs created.
It is my fervent wish that your marriage overflows with as much joy as that of my Granny and Pap. Their love for one another was so strong that I wear Granny’s wedding ring to this day.