Photos by Drew
Chattanooga is one of those towns I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of. Even though I’ve been there more times than I can remember, when Drew asked me if I wanted to tag along to Chattanooga for a bike race this last weekend I didn’t have to think twice. And my mom and dad came too, so we all stayed in the little house on a hill that we’ve stayed at a bunch of times, and got to hang out some more—I needed it after our too-short cabin stay last week. While Drew and my dad rode their bikes up the Chattanooga mountains on the hottest day of the year so far, Rufus and I slept in, and then my mom and I walked down to the funny breakfast and punk rock (I only like it when they play Iggy Pop) cafe Aretha Frankensteins for lunch. The guys got back and were probably completely sick of mountains, but we got them to take a drive to Lookout Mountain so we could see Point Park. Which I’d been to years ago, when I didn’t care so much about Civil War battlefields and was only looking for a suitable place for outfit photos (stupid). This time there were no outfit photos–just walking and marker-reading and lots of looking over steep rocky ledges and the city from up high.
Afterwards we rested and then went to the burger place Urban Stack, where Drew and I had also gone the night before for dinner. But . . . it’s good. Probably our favorite restaurant in town so far. (We haven’t gotten around to the Public House yet, and I hear such good things that I’m guessing that that might be my favorite when we do try it). The first night I had salad with strawberries and beets and corn, and the second night I had a vegan mushroom burger (I’m not a vegan—I just really like mushrooms) and tomato/blueberry/basil salad that I did my best to copy when we made dinner last night.
We had fun just talking and trying to find the super moon through all the trees and hills in Chattanooga. I wish I could see my family every weekend. The older I get, the more I feel that way.
On our way back to Atlanta Sunday morning we stopped along the river to do a little more walking/sightseeing. Well, I really wanted to go back to Rock City to see the Southern Blooms Festival, but Drew thought we should go to the riverfront, and I’m glad he did. It was probably a little bit cooler by the river (maybe?) and we saw a sculpture garden that we didn’t even know existed. It was the right place to take photos of a new dress I got from the super nice Dania of The Hellers. Of all the pieces in her bright and wonderful Jane Eyre-inspired collection I loved the New Alisa Dress best, so I’m thrilled to be able to wear it. And it seemed especially fitting that when we got back to Atlanta and turned on the tv, the old Orson Welles version of Jane Eyre was playing on TCM. I hated that one when I was a teenaged purist-snob, but it’s grown on me.