Just West of the Smoky Mountains

This past weekend, I went home.  Any by home, I mean, my dad's home.  For two nights, I spent my time dodging rattle snakes, slipping in waterfalls, climbing mountains, hiking in the wilderness, and becoming reacquainted with what this dramatic city girl's maiden name (Mayberry) truly means.  

Yep, just an hour and a half east of Nashville (and approximately 50 minutes past that awesome outlet in Lebanon, TN) lies the little 20 square mile town of Cookeville, TN.  Every year, in June... whoever can come will travel from near and far to do what we do best... eat, laugh, and catch up.  

It's a time to gather.  A time to love.  A time to remember those who left a legacy.

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