Another day in the mountains for me. This time it was for work training stores in North Georgia country. I left home in the wee hours of the morning and saw the sunrise from Appalacia. It was a strange, foggy drive with winding roads, and a wonderful feeling when the sun decided to wake up to join me.
After I finished, I was near my youngest daughter’s college, so we had dinner together. Then, back to the long, twisted road home. It was beautiful.
I have to confess to being a little tired tonight, so I will let the band who kept me company on the ride home close for me.
My voice is a little hoarse, not from the countless spiels I gave, but from singing at the top of my lungs all the way home.
I hope the holiday finds you enjoying your loved ones and I hope some spring finds its way to you. Today is a lovely GA Spring day, sun is out and I’ve eaten too many jelly beans.
This afternoon I’m checking in at the Little Cantina that Could, hoping that my affluent neighbors will feel like celebrating with tacos and margarita rather than the traditional ham. If not, I can hope for an early closing!
Yesterday was my day off from every job, my little family and I drove North in search of waterfalls. This is one of our favorite activities when the weather is nice and North GA and the start of the Appalacians have many waterfalls to explore. We decided to revisit Tallulah Falls and Gorge in Rabun County. We’ve been here before when my son was younger, but wanted to return when he grew to be steady on his feet and more mature to appreciate the sights.
After a quick stop at the Visitor’s Center (where they have many taxidermy animal displays)
it was down to the Gorge and the Hurricane Loop Trail we go.
Down wasn’t too bad, but you have to know that walking down 1099 stairs ascending 100 feet, you know up won’t be a pleasure cruise. The Gorge Floor trail was closed for water run-off so we dead ended at a suspension bridge.
After our strenuous trip back up, it was time to attempt another trail, the North Rim Trail that offered a great view down 750 feet into the Gorge. There is one of those viewfinders there (you know…where you put in a quarter?) My son wanted to peek and we had a quarter…It took both my husband and I to lift him and position the viewfinder. During this precarious operation, the iPhone I carried on my right hip came in contact with the iron fence. My butt knocked into the fence at the perfect angle to hit the otter box mechanism that secured my phone.
That’s right. My iPhone popped off of my butt and flew on to the wrong side of the fence.
I would show you a picture, but I was taking snaps with my phone. Fortunately, it landed on a ledge near where we were standing. Almost close enough to go get it…
This is my husband last fall when he went off the trail.
After debating about letting my husband retrieve it for less than a second, he hiked back to the visitor’s center where he fetched Ranger Jonathan. While he was gone, a group of eight college students came upon our vista and spied my phone. I fessed up that it was mine and that we sent for a ranger. I didn’t want one of them to be heroic and make an attempt. We shared a laugh, although it was a bit at my expense.
Ranger Jonathan came back with Hubs armed with a rake and a large set of tongs. The rake almost reached the phone (almost…isn’t). Our heroic ranger jumped over the spiky iron fence and used the tongs to fetch my phone. He says things like this don’t happen often, but they do happen.
Lessons Learned:
Cardio. Got to work on that, those stairs kicked my butt.
Leave my damn phone in the car. If my butt is so big that I can pop off my phone on an adjacent fence…then why am I eating jelly beans today?
inventing real life 