Tag Archives: Holiday

Ah, ’tis the season for racing fans (and the ones who love them)

In honor of attending my first race night of the season at the local stock car racing track, I’m sharing the post I wrote at the end of the season when my Beloved and his brother raced every weekend (and I cheered in the dirt-covered stands)…

9 things I learned by watching stock car races every weekend and 1 thing I still don’t understand

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Season of boxes

“You must empty a box before you fill it again.”

~ Irish saying

The doorbell was ringin’ off the jamb today. The postman (he’s a man so I’m not picking on anyone by not choosing postal carrier). The man from Brown. The FedEx ghost (could be man, could be woman but the deliverer was moving so fast he or she was gone before I could answer the door).

I’ve got some gift wrapping in my future.

Celebrating a spiritual holiday by communing with Mother Nature and her handiwork

Happy Halloween!

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.

You can see for miles.

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:

The dramatic view at the halfway point at Amicalola Falls.

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).

The trees in Georgia still have some of their leaves.

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