sometimes traveling doesn't mean getting on a plane and heading to a foreign land where your passport is required.
it can be just as fun to grab a friend, hop in the car, and head back to their hometown and see the sights. it works exceptionally well if you've never been to their hometown, but it is also fun to have someone else's family feed you until you may pop.
firstly you get a pretty kicking car concert. and who doesn't love a fun car ride? music up just a little too loud, voices shakily out of tune, and laughs a plenty. it's a surefire recipe for a good time.
this past weekend, i did just that.
i picked up my best friend MC and boogied south to Moultrie.
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| you better believe that happened. |
i have driven through Moultrie - well i may have blinked and missed it - but i have never actually stopped and stayed.
friday afternoon we arrived in the bustling metropolis of Moultrie, GA. it was love at first sight to me. little towns are absolutely fascinating.
we started with a rousing game of what do you think my house looks like. which in all honesty is one of my favorite games to play with myself when i visit people's homes for the first time. and i was weirdly spot on for MC's house.
we were welcomed with hugs, hugs, and more hugs. for knowing someone for 7 years, i had never actually met MC's parents and they were everything i imagined they would be.
the weekend was a blur of family, food, beer, some more food, sightseeing, intense games of cards and realizing that it is indeed true what people say about small towns. everybody knows everybody.
the sights:
well moultrie is fairly small, and by fairly i mean you could see it all in one day. but we spread it out and did a few more car concerts while i got the grand tour.
we saw the giant white elephant.
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| actual headstone |
the story behind this headstone is that it is for a circus owner who passed away before he could actually put on the circus. rumor has it the elephant followed him all the way to the hospital. i love elephants, so this struck a chord in my heart. i love him and want him.
we ate at all the local restaurants and they were delicious.
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| yes. you are reading that correctly |
we tried on some ridiculous clothes in boutiques.
we shot a rifle, drank some whiskey, and climbed a fire tower. you decide the order. and yes they were all in the same place.
MC's dad was a pilot in the Navy so we went flying on sunday. i forgot how much fun it is to ride in those little tiny planes. we did a wing over, and MC claims i had a panic look on my face, but it was AWESOME. seeing Moultrie from up in the sky was a pretty spectacular sight. so much greenery. that's all i could remark on the whole weekend was how green everything was. atlanta does not have quite the extent of greenery.
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| crammed into a teeny tiny seat |
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| take-off |
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| getting ready for the wing over |
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| oh hey clouds. |
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| see all that land? yea, that's where we drank whiskey and played. |
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| landing in the cub |
we hung out on back porches with neighbors and drank some beer. and of course ate some more. or as MC and i like to say "all the foods."
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| oh dairy queen |
and yes, yes that is a cup of cheese with a french fry and a chicken finger in it. when in rome? well moultrie, because it's the only dairy queen where you can get a cup of cheese instead of gravy.
it was all in all super relaxing and most definitely a weekend i will not be forgetting anytime soon.
small town living at it's finest for sure.
one thing i really love about small towns is that since they all know each other, it also means they know you are not one of them. you get stares a plenty. but smile and put on that southern drawl and they will love you immediately. or at least i hope they do, because that's what i do.
