This past weekend, David and I went to Dahlonega, Georgia (pronounced de-LON-ega) to attend the wedding of a dear friend from Philadelphia.  We dropped the pup off at David’s parents’ house in Tennessee and then drove through the Appalachian Mountains to get there.  Since we moved to Kentucky, I’ve developed a healthy respect for the culture and beauty of the mountains and, since there isn’t really a direct route across, we got to drive through a lot of little, rural mountainy towns along the way.  It was really a lovely drive. 

We stayed in a small b&b right at the beginning of the Appalachian Trail called Cedar House Inn and Yurts, run by the extremely friendly and hospitable Marybeth and Fred.  Oh, I’m sorry, did you have a question?  What is a Yurt, you say?  Well, I’m glad you asked.  A Yurt is like a tent for Troop Beverly Hills–they were permanent, had real queen sized beds, toilets, electricity and a deck with a lovely view.  Obviously, I had to become beautiful for a wedding, so we stayed in an actual room, not a Yurt, but if I went back and had more rustic beauty demands, I would totally stay in a Yurt.  They were so awesome!


Isn’t that cute?

So anyway, we stayed in a real room, but we thought the whole b&b was so cute that we had to reassure eachother that we are not, in fact, middle aged.




Super cute, no?  And they are “green”!  Awesome. 

At the end of the wedding, the guests each got an enormous sparkler-they had to be 3 feet long–and were instructed to make a sort of fiery arch for the bride and groom to run through to get to their limo.  Like a gauntlet.  This seemed like a great idea, until the people standing behind you light up and hold their fireball torch over your hair.  I felt just like MJ (RIP) in the Pepsi commercial!



Luckily, the reception site had the forethought to set out tiny buckets with 1/4 inch of water in the bottom.  Good thinkin’!



Because nothing says matrimonial bliss like a bucket of fire surrounded by dry pine needles.


3 Responses to “Dahlonega”

  1. 1 David (the husband) July 30, 2009 at 3:50 pm

    It was called a “sparkler sendoff” I still think it was just a ploy to close the open bar for the evening and get everyone to leave the dining room…but it was fun just the same.

  2. 2 Andrea July 31, 2009 at 8:35 am

    Ooo, like the inn! You would fit right in on the “old lady” trips I take with my friend Ashley. We’re usually the only two under the age of 60.

  3. 3 Rosann July 31, 2009 at 5:33 pm

    You pretty much said it all…Nothing says matrimonial bliss like a bucket of fire….
    On my 27th wedding anniversary today that’s just what we feel like, a big bucket of fire!!!

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