Blue Ridge for Christmas
View from our cabin. |
We decided, instead, to end our road trip in the north Georgia Blue Ridge Mountains. Over my next few posts, I will cover certain aspects of our week long winter (ha!) vacation.
FLOODS, Floods, floods...
Fog |
Toccoa River |
Rough Terrain
The next day, Chris took to the helm of my mom's Ford Escape and enjoyed some 'off-roading' as we tried to make our way out into the storm. We had attempted several times to call a zip-line/horse riding attraction, but they refused to answer, so, we took it upon ourselves to seek them out and make a reservation in person. The mud road had us slipping, but Chris grinned from ear to ear, surprised by how well the little four cylinder was handling the drive. Once we reached our destination in the pouring rain, we found out they were closed for the season, even though their website hadn't mentioned it.Our trip to the Appalachian Trail was similar. We drove cautiously along the winding road that dipped and rose. The flowing water beside us, just a slippage away, had us gawking, but what was more of a spectacle was the small, low sitting sedan attempting the same journey along the rocky terrain.
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