Day 4: Acorns, Antiques & a Country Dave Matthews

If you’ve never been jolted awake by acorns that sound like sniper fire, have you really been glamping?

Our morning started with what we thought was a forest warzone. Turns out… just acorns. Aggressive, enthusiastic acorns apparently auditioning for “Saving Private Ryan.”

After surviving nature’s wake-up call, we did what any sane, mildly traumatized campers would do — we went straight to our trusted coffee shop for our beloved “Dirty Alanis.” (It’s espresso and chai, but make it fabulous.) Cups in hand, spirits restored, we hit the road toward the charming town of Dadeville for breakfast.

And let me tell you — this breakfast wasn’t just good, it was art. The kind of meal that makes you want to applaud the chef or write them a thank-you letter. Perfect presentation, full of flavor, and probably the only reason we didn’t try to nap in public afterward.

After breakfast, we strolled through downtown Dadeville like we were in a Hallmark movie — hand in hand, antique shops on every corner, and that sweet Southern charm in the air. Jess, of course, managed to sniff out a boutique within seconds. She fell in love instantly (with the clothes, thankfully). A few minutes later, she walked out looking cozy chic and runway-ready — proof that even in the middle of Alabama, fashion finds her.

Next stop: lunch. Because apparently breakfast wasn’t enough. We dug into chicken wings and BBQ waffle fries, a combo so good it probably deserves its own holiday. Just as we were about to waddle out, we heard cheering — and boom! The Dadeville High Homecoming Parade was rolling by. Marching bands, floats, the works. Small-town magic at its finest.

With the day winding down, we headed back to our glamp site to start packing (insert dramatic sigh). We walked over to Thomas and EJ’s place for a quick hang, then grabbed pizza for dinner — because carbs are the love language of travel.

As if the day hadn’t been perfect enough, the resort surprised us with a private concert. The artist? Imagine if Dave Matthews was born in Nashville and raised on sweet tea — that’s the vibe. Smooth voice, great energy, and the perfect soundtrack to close out an unbelievable week.

We ended the night under the stars, full hearts, full stomachs, and probably still a little jumpy from the morning acorn assault.

Glamping, you’ve been wild and wonderful. Until next time