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."
