Seven hours of driving each way may seem excessive for a quick weekend trip, but it was totally worth it. I had been seriously craving an autumn fix – we don’t have any fall color here on the coast because all the trees are palms and live oaks, and last year I literally didn’t have autumn at all because I spent September through November in the southern hemisphere, where it was spring – so Friday after work two coworkers and I loaded up the car and headed for the Appalachian foothills of north Georgia.
We stayed at a 4-H center near the town of Dahlonega, and getting there was an adventure, wending our way along a series of increasingly narrow and twisty roads until finally we left the pavement behind altogether.
Our main outing was to Amicalola Falls State Park, the southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail.
To get from the top of the waterfall to the base you have to climb 604 steps. That’s 1208 steps round-trip. My knees are still twinging.
It was hard to get in the car to come back to the coast today. I know I shouldn’t complain about living on a beach, but I miss rocks and creeks and ravines, I miss hiking in the kind of forest I grew up in. Live oaks and palmettos are lovely but after two months here they still feel alien.