It’s beautiful there. Right away we see color at the camp site.First things first. We have to get the new spare tire out of the camper.
This is what happens when you leave a watery Florida.
There wasn’t much of the day left for us, so we hiked down to the damn. It was an easy hike right from our campsite!
William and I visited here 25 years ago or so. I’ll have to dig the photos and compare them later.
We walked just a little ways down the trail and stopped at the overlooks. When William and I were here last, there wasn’t any “overlooks” or stairs or railings. It was all open. We didn’t realize until the last day of our visit this time, that it wasn’t a State Park when we were there before.
Below is a view of the upper gorge and southern part of Hawthorne Pool. Gorge depth 250 feet.
Heading on back to the campsite, Pea #2 has to pose for the camera. She likes to be serious when she wants her picture taken. Back at the camper, Pea #1 throws pillows at us because we all piled on her bed, in her own little cozy spot, while she was in there. That’s what families are for.Can anyone tell me what this tree is? The fruit fell in piles on the ground. We constantly stepped on them and it was like dog poo on the bottom of our shoes. It wasn’t easy to get off, but thank the good Lord it didn’t smell like poo.Stay tuned for more exciting adventures of our trip to Georgia.