I’m not watching horror movies today.
I’m not lifting fun-sized bars from my kid’s candy bucket.
I’m not voting early or avoiding political ads on TV.
I’m not waiting for the doorbell to ring and counting how many pieces of candy I have left before I need to turn off the porch light.
I’m not dressed as a beer bottle or an English queen about to be executed.
Nope, the spine-tingling (and quadriceps-burning) activity I undertook today was climbing up the trail (with more than 600 steps) at Amicalola Falls in northern Georgia and then walking back down.
The last time we visited Amicalola Falls was a year and half ago in the 1983 Pace Arrow. If you missed that story, it’s worth checking out. I count that post as among my best (and I’ve written more than 1,200 posts here at Minnesota Transplant so that’s saying something).
The scenery and the view here are so beautiful, we came back. We’re staying at the lodge at the top of the falls, and the view is breath-taking.
The only way to see the falls in all their glory is to take the trail (classified numerous times on signage along the way as “strenuous”).
Here’s the reward:
I parked our vehicle at the bottom and then hiked to the top to fetch my Beloved. We returned to the bottom together so at least I did the hard part first (and in anything-but-spooky bright beautiful sunshine).
Amicalola Falls is the beginning (or end, depending on your perspective) of the Appalachian Trail, and there’s a historical marker here to announce this fact. The quote on the marker at the trail’s terminus is an apt ending to this post, too:
“Remote for detachment, narrow for chosen company, winding for leisure, lonely for contemplation, it beckons not merely north and south, but upward to the body, mind and soul of man.”
~ Harold Allen