Summer is coming to an end sooner than expected and to say the least, I needed a vacation. My trip to “Uncle Sam’s” lake house in Texas was cancelled due to mismatching itineraries. I won’t say any names, K. Hanlon, but I was super bummed! (I forgive you). My summer lake vacation was ruined. That is until mid-morning Friday, I received a text saying “we’re going to Big Cedar!” I think I did a little happy dance in my office chair and I know I was smiling from ear to ear for the rest of the day. I guess you could say I mentally checked out, but according to my employer, I was in full force work mode. As soon as work was over, I dashed home and packed my bags. Not much needed—swimsuit, cover-up, flip flops—but of course I packed too much. What’s a girl to do when the unexpected is inevitable? I like to say I’m well prepared for many situations and scenarios. I don’t know that Blake appreciated the weight of my bad when he offered to carry it for me. What a gentleman!
We left later that evening and headed northeast towards Big Cedar Lodge and Table Rock Lake. Trust me…you won’t want to leave ever! Vacationers for this trip included the following:
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| Zach & Jennifer |
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| Tyler & Conner |
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| Jordan & Kristin |
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| Me & Blake |
Saturday morning, we were scheduled to leave the dock on a pontoon at 11 a.m. And that we did with tube in tow! I was ready for a day on the water. We found a calm little cove and “shredded” as the boys would say. We enjoyed the water, sun, and a few beers. It was a wonderful lake day.
We spent the later part of the day getting ready and eating dinner at the Buzzard Bar. This little restaurant/bar is a very popular late night place at Big Cedar Lodge. There is live entertainment starting about 9 p.m. I would highly recommend the cowboy fries, formerly known as nacho fries. After the Zach Gray family went to bed, the rest of us decided to float the lazy river. Boy was it lazy— possibly slowest river in the United State, but very relaxing and enjoyable. Seeing that we had another full day of “shredding” to do, we decided to hit the sack.
Sunday morning, we left the doc on a 27 ft. Tahoe ski boat loaded with skis, wakeboard, and tube. We had to fight a couple seadoo riding kids for a nice cove, but we got right to the fun stuff. The water was a little choppy, but it made for good tubing. With Jordan driving, we knew we would be in trouble. I think every time I attempted to ride, I lasted 5 minutes. Thank you for the figure eights and tight turns, Jordan [insert sarcasm here]. However, I do not apologize for the nasty names I called you while I was skipping across the water. My arms didn’t straighten for a couple days. I was stuck in tube mode, as I like to call it. It’s been a week and I still have deep bruises on my legs. Overall, it was another fantastic day in the sun and on the lake.
As we packed to head back to Tulsa, we decided our dinner would include fried goodness and hot rolls being thrown at our heads. Good home cookin’ at Lambert’s – Home of the throwed rolls. If you travel close to Springfield, MO, you must visit this little place. Prepare to wait over an hour for a table, but it’s well worth it. The throwed rolls are HOT and delicious with butter and sorghum. They also serve unlimited fixins’—fried okra, fried potatoes, macaroni and tomatoes and black-eyed peas—with your dinner and it’s all so scrumptious. Blake would recommend the chicken fried steak because that is all he has ever ordered the three times we’ve eaten there. I, on the other hand, have tried three different things and haven’t experienced a bad meal yet.
We arrived home about midnight and the weekend was over. I missed the lake already.
Next trip and post: Estes Park, Colorado for the Epps Family Reunion. The view of the mountains, cooler weather and being outdoors without sweating profusely was absolutely magnificent.
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