Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Rattlesnake Saloon in Tuscumbia, Alabama

 One of the many highlights of our nine-day road trip was our visit to the Rattlesnake Saloon in northwest Alabama.  We were driving in the middle of God knows where on our way to the Coon Dog Cemetery when we passed a sign for the place pointing down yet another back road. 

"The Rattlesnake Saloon!" my sister Lori hollered, practically driving off the road.  "That's where we're going next, Mom!" 

Mom started to protest, as if dragging her to a freakin' graveyard for dogs in Deliveranceville wasn't proof enough of her good sportsmanship.  But we all know one of the benefits of getting older is that you reach a point when finally, finally you become the boss of your parents, so all she could do was silently pray we'd forget about it after we checked out the cemetery. 

No such luck (for her).

As (our) luck would have it, there were two other women (who arrived separately) checking out the coon dogs' final resting place.  We struck up a conversation with one of them, named Pam, and somehow she and Lori got to talking about the Rattlesnake Saloon. 

"I've always wanted to go," Pam said.  "My girlfriend's been there. She said they take you down a hill to the saloon in a pick-up." 

Mom started to blanch, but that's all Lori needed to hear.

"Follow us!" Lori told her after we'd paid our respects to the departed canines.  And so began a two-car caravan to the Rattlesnake Saloon.

We found it no problem, but alas, the sign said the place was closed.  Mom breathed a sigh of relief, but Lori, our new friend Pam, and I were bummed.  Then a minute later, the owner, a big, beefy Alabama hunk of manliness named Danny Foster, drove up and offered us a private tour.

"Get in my truck!" he bellowed.  "I'll take you down."

The three of us climbed in.  Danny Foster drove us down a steep incline, and there at the bottom was the Rattlesnake Saloon.  Check this out. The saloon itself is built into a cave.  (Believe me, pictures don't do the place justice.)

It's really nice on the inside, don't you think?

Isn't this sign funny?

This is where the band plays. You can't really tell, but it's kind of in a cave, too.  So cool.

There's also a couple of outside bars and a giant deck that overlooks a pond.

Danny Foster was so awesome; we were so appreciative to get a private tour. Mom thought it was fantastic--and oh, how we wished it were open.  You could tell it would be a swinging place to party.

And how about our new friend Pam?  How cool is she for going to the Coon Dog Cemetery all by herself on her day off and then following a family of Yankee women to a biker-friendly bar?

Man, those people down south are nice. 

If you ever have the chance to visit Tuscumbia, Alabama, make sure you go there between Thursday and Sunday so you can enjoy the Rattlesnake Saloon.  And don't forget to go to Helen Keller's birthplace and the Coon Dog Cemetery. 

Jeez, I should be a tour guide.  As I always tell my mother, "I take you to the best places."


Anonymous said...

omg I love it! that is something my mother would have done!! what a cool place and such lucky woman to have a private tour!! does that guy even know what a computer and blog is???? how funny!! I can just imagine the type of people that go there....let your imagination run wild!!
your road trip was wonderful...thanks for taking us along.

Jill from NY

Mellodee said...

In a cave? Inside a mountain? Ummmmm,tell you what, I'll just sit and wait for ya'll out on lovely, wide open, free-standing deck, 'kay??!!

Anonymous said...

Looks pretty freaking cool.

Looks like you've had quite the adventure. I'm getting back into my blogs so I'm trying to get all caught up. I hope you are doing well! Have missed reading your blog.

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