Georgia. We didn’t spend much time in Georgia. I thought we might do some exploring like we have been doing all along. We didn’t want to go to Savannah, too far east, nor Atlanta, too big, but we thought their might be something to see. We came down on 441 in North Carolina, out of Cherokee. This continues on down in to Georgia and we had planned to follow it south and go around Atlanta and explore. Well, we passed through three little towns, each with a “Welcome to Wherever” with a cop and a radar gun pointing at you as you come in to town. At the third town, one the cop pulled out behind us and followed us for a couple of miles and then turned off. Just gave Jay a real uncomfortable feeling and he said, “find me an Interstate, I don’t want to spend anymore time here than we have to.” This meant driving through Atlanta on a Saturday afternoon, which we managed to do in about two hours without any major mishaps. There were plenty of slow downs and a big traffic jam in the opposite direction. We felt very fortunate to get to Temple, GA and stop at a truck stop for the night.
We may not have had such a bad feeling, but a couple of years ago a dear friend of mine was driving through Georgia on his way to Virginia. He had out of state plates and he got pulled over for a non-functioning tail light. I won’t go in to all the details, but he was taken to jail, had some of his possessions confiscated that he never got back, and once it was all done, ended up with two years probation. Welcome to Georgia.
At any rate, we made it to Alabama and spent two nights at the highest point, Mount Cheaha State Park, 2,407 feet. It was a nice location but the park definitely needs some more maintenance. The roads were terrible, potholes unfilled, uneven paving, garbage all over, bathrooms in need of cleaning, sites in need of grading. And the big signs, “DO NOT LEAVE VALUABLES UNATTENDED IN VEHICLES”. Not a real welcoming or secure feeling. We didn’t have any trouble, just left me with an uneasy feeling.
We took time to rest here, not much else to do, it’s to dang hot to go hiking. And did I mention the humidity? I’m not complaining, I moved to the desert to get to the heat, but it’s a dry heat and it is entirely different than the cloying stickiness of the humidity. The cats aren’t even interested in going outside. They would rather stay in the air conditioning than go chase squirrels and birds. Just as well, that way they won’t be getting any ticks.
We went down to the resort restaurant after dinner to check out the sunset. It was a beautiful view and just what we needed after the past few days.