By October 4, Bob was released from PT and getting cabin fever, so we took a ride to Long Creek, about 25 miles from here to check out The Chattooga River Lodge for lunch.
The interior was rustically comfortable, but the river was nowhere near the restaurant.
I really need to lay off the beer before I wear that bikini again.
And if you ever called Bob a horse's arse, you were half way right, at least today.
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