We arrived on Saturday afternoon and spent a bit cleaning things up (it hadn't been used since last summer). It was pretty warm, so after we got settled, we decided to go swimming in the river. The house next to Gram's cabin has a "beach" and a good swimming hole, so we took the dogs there and swam and threw the tennis ball for them. I'm happy to report I did not see any water moccasins (we did run across one in the same swimming hole some 18 years earlier and I have not forgotten). We cooked a steak dinner that night and enjoyed sitting out on the deck, listening to the river (and some Jack Johnson), watching fireflies and a few amateur fireworks and looking at all the stars.
|Happy to be in the mountains!|
|Matt going for a little fishing excursion in front of the cabin.|
|Yeah, I found these in a kitchen drawer - the date on the package was 1965. Awesome.|
|This is the life.|
|This next series of pictures is a progression of what happens when Maddie hears fireworks. Or thunder. We do not typically let her climb on us like this.|
|And she's gone... off to find another unsuspecting victim (aka: Daddy).|
|Against my better judgment, I am posting this for all the interwebs to see. Yikes.|
|I think Matt is doing pretty feet.|
|View from the top of Yellow Mountain.|
|The Fire Tower|
|Those tongues! They were tired but they LOVED it.|
|Of course they find the water hole on the way out... a little cooldown. Maddie promptly laid down and began drinking. Silly girl.|
|Time for a little swim after that hike! They swam after the tennis ball for another 30 minutes after the 9.6 miles. They couldn't have been that tired.|
The next morning we packed up and headed back to Atlanta, but not before a stop at Tallulah Gorge to see what it's all about. After our Sunday hike, we weren't too keen on the idea of thousand whatever stairs to get to the suspension bridge, so we just did the upper three overlooks. We'll definitely go back and try to get a pass to hike to the gorge floor at some point. I can only imagine how cool it must be down there!
No Bust Your Butt Falls on this trip (a Highlands favorite), but we're hoping to get back again soon!