View attachment 1659436Foggy at coffee time.
View attachment 1659437Being retired, I no longer use phrases like hump day, thank God it’s Friday, or blue Monday. But I like to keep track of the days if only to help in knife choices. Not having a Wood Whittler, I had to take one of each.
View attachment 1659438We are close to the blade tip. Yesterday, we set the gps to try to find Amicalola Falls, but only a mile down the road, saw a sign pointing up a track into Chattahootchie National Forest saying Swinging Bridge on Toccoa River, so up we went.
The road was four or five miles, and was just about at the limit of where you should try taking a rental Chrysler Pacifica mini van, but we arrived at road’s end without getting stuck or banging up the van. Then it was an hour or so hike to get to the river. Quite worth it, and I was proud of my daughter. Between knee surgery and wonky depth perception, she can be unsure of her footing. But she did great. Here she is on a chair carved out of a big ‘ol log on the trail.
View attachment 1659452And here’s the river from the bridge. My photo fails to capture just how violent and powerful that water looks. It’s really impressive. If I lived around here, I’d fish it often.
There was a guy out in it fishing, just to the right of the post in my photo. He didn’t really look like he knew what he was doing, and actually almost fell several times. A+ for effort, though!
View attachment 1659440Gotta go. Girls finally woke up and want French Toast.