Country Cow, City Cow

November 30, 2009 § Leave a comment

We went to Blairsville for Thanksgiving this year.  Loaded up the car with all the necessities, the dog, the toddler, took off and didn’t look back. I don’t mind the drive up when we take the “easy” route up 575/515. This time we went through Dawsonville – yeah, decided to hit the outlets for a little early shopping  – which means we have to go over Blood Mountain to get to my parents. I tend to get a bit woozy going over the mountain and so does little mister. Actually, he gets a lot woozy so we find the easy route better for everyone because it doesn’t result in him puking all over the back seat. Nice.  Plus the easy route means there are lots of little towns to stop in if we need a bite to eat, a bathroom break or have a stinky diaper to change.

The ride over the mountain does, however, give us the opportunity to enjoy more of the “country” scenery.  Think abandoned double wides, yard art* , tractors with Christmas lights*, barns, horses and cows. Yep, lots and lots of cows.

Little mister finds cows particularly interesting. I don’t know if it’s because he loves the Chick-Fil-A cows, if he likes to say “moo” or if it’s just because he’s a toddler and right now cows strike his fancy.  Or maybe it’s because he likes it when I roll the windows down and we yell “moo” at the cows.  Whatever sparks his imagination is fine with me.

As we were making our way through extreme rural White County, husband spotted a pasture with many cows. He told little mister it was a cow party, which we explained was not to be confused with a cow patty. hehehe.  Every time from then on little mister calls a herd of cows a cow party. It’s quite adorable.

We all had a bit of cabin fever on Friday so we went looking for trouble. First we went to the new Dollar General***, then we had lunch at the new deli, Steve’s ****, followed by a quick trip to the TrackRock Stables to look at horses where one horse seemed particularly eager to eat little mister, then to Alexander’s General Store. Alexander’s is in all sense of the word a general store. They sell men and women’s wear,  appliances, furniture and guns. They have some candy and other random things too. I’ve only been there a handful of times and it’s a fun diversion for a bit. The clientele is unique and often backwards.  I don’t think I’ve ever been in such a small space with as many interesting mountain folk. Ever. And I’ve spent more than my fair share of time in the North Georgia and North Carolina mountains.

We walked out of Alexander’s and little mister stopped DEAD in his tracks. Across the street was a cow party. He proceeded to yell “COWS!” at the top of his lungs, followed by “MOO” at the top of his lungs. We found it tremendously entertaining and once all the local flavor realized what he was yelling at they chuckled as well. Yep, we’re not from around here, folks!  The closest thing little mister has been to a cow is the Chick-Fil-A cow and even then he hasn’t been all that close. But he likes them.

* old, rusty cars that have died in someones front yard
** usually out year round though I am not certain why. Really, are you that busy?
*** yep. we know how to party. We did find little mister some mittens and the joy of purchasing them at the Dollar General is that I won’t care when he loses them.
**** great place for sandwiches and my reuben was outstanding! It’s new in town and all the meats are from Amish Country in Ohio. yum!

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