Tate Mountain

Tate Mountain is located near Jasper, Georgia, and on it resides my aunt’s 80 year old family cabin. The Tate House is overflowing with memories, and it brings together family and friends in the unique way only a secluded mountain home can. Every moment is filled with love and togetherness, and it is the perfect site for enjoying God’s beautiful creation and fellowshipping with the family. It has been several years since I’ve been there, and it was every bit as magical as I remembered.

Last Friday morning at 7am, we caravanned east with Georgia on our minds. Tate Mountain, more specifically.

The seven hours in the car passed quickly, and before we knew it, we were curving our way up the mountain and toward the cabin, where 23 of my loves congregated for a weekend of wilderness and adventure. When we approached this sign announcing our successful arrival, I was giddy with anticipation. 

Immediately upon pulling into the driveway, we passed out hugs all around, then headed for the woods, which were full of colorful leaves and practically shouted autumn from the rooftops.

We spent the afternoon tossing the Frisbee, throwing the football, and playing a friendly game of kickball, Taterators versus Tater Tots.

From there, we played some interactive board games, ate a delectable meal of spaghetti and salad, had a family dance party, and then busted out the Tate games. For those of you who don’t know what Tate games are, and that’s probably the majority of you, I apologize, but I’m not at liberty to discuss these clever antics. All I can say is they have names like Black Magic, Going on a Safari, Malaga Grapes, Meet the Joneses, Pass the Scissors, and on and on and on. Just know that they are ridiculously fun and result in multiple hours of hysterical laughter.

After a late-night trip to the basketball court, we settled to bed, but only to awake the next morning for…..

…..a family hike! My favorite!  

We wandered for a couple of hours with no direction or destination, and eventually came across the highway, which was much further down the mountain than we expected or intended. In order to make our way back, we climbed the ridiculously steep hills for several miles, which was one part beautiful, one part exhausting.


After a solid couple hours with little progress, we eventually decided we must call for help. We were dehydrated, exhausted, without cell phone, and nowhere close to home. We flagged down a passing car, called back to the cabin for help, and then collapsed on the side of the highway to wait for our rescue vehicle.

Once we got back to the cabin and regrouped, the cousins decided to do something thrilling, and by almost anybody else’s account, just plain crazy. I’ll fill you in on the madness in my next post!


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