Today I have no good pictures; the rains came in heavy last night and the whole day was grey even when it wasn't pouring. However, I did get to cross some beloved country. I followed Georgia's Highway 136 from Cloudland Canyon through Talking Rock near Jasper, where my son was born; then over Burnt Mountain, where we lived when he was; then turned off of it to head up to Amicalola Falls, where we were married almost twenty-seven years ago. From there we stopped in Dahlonega, home of North Georgia's military college (and, these days, also a state university). These places were the playground of my youth and it was nice to see them again.
After that we crossed Blood Mountain and from thence back into the higher mountains of North Carolina where I now make my home. This weekend was as much time as I've spent in Georgia since we left the place after my father died. It reminded me of many good things; but that era is gone. "Never look back; you aren't going that way."
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This is my all-time favorite version of Marching through Georgia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DydTovuV18&list=RD0DydTovuV18&start_radio=1
--Janet
Sounds like a great ride. I have made plans several times to return to my hometown. My last visit was the spring after we buried my father in the cemetery about a mile from his former farmstead where I grew up, and we moved to Louisville that fall. Things keep coming up but I feel like this is an inspiration to make the trip.
I hope you have a great time. But confer AVI's "Nostalgia Destruction Tour" series. :)
I've read that. I'm looking less for nostalgia and more to experience some of the new things happening there .. such as a bourbon distillery and my cousin's craft brewery.
It's a great way to do a little trip. On our twentieth Anniversary, we want back around all our old haunts when we were dating, and where we had our reception, which was the main space of the architecture school we met at and I was working at. The school had moved since then and it was an ad agency now. We were hanging out in front reminiscing and the security guard saw us and came out, we chatted and explained why we were there, and he offered to let us in which was cool. Retracing those great old memories is fun.
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