Last Sunday we drove up to the Amicalola Falls of North Georgia. It wasn't really planned but, as it sometimes is - things just happen, plans just don't.
After a cozy night's sleep (it was cold!) when I finally acknowledged the morning, albeit reluctantly, it wasn't so exciting. The mercury had dipped significantly since last week and the clouds threatened to ruin the last day before the hectic work week began. Darn ! just when you thought this was going to be the day you could do anything under the sun, it turns out, the Sun God has a mood swing.
In a couple of hours, bleak turned into bright, and the temperature rose to bearable(a very relative term). Aha ! mmm... the adrenaline rush was getting me now. A packed ice-box and a filled gas tank later, my Pontiac Grand AM was ruling the roads(ok, at least in my mind).
Now, lets talk about the landscape. Honestly, the roadside trees are not their sexiest in March. In fact, unless you love the bald look, they probably look their worst now. However, I must admit that still, there was great beauty in the endless lines of these silent standing trees, awaiting their spring colors.
All the same colors - rusty red, raving brown, broken green.
If the drive had been pleasant, the destination seemed no less inviting. The Sun and the chill, the children playing around the small streams, the Amicalola Waterfall of course, and the winding roads, all together completed the picture of a very relaxed Sunday afternoon. mmm...almost, almost sleepy.
Sounds of waterfall, so prominant, have you ever listened so intent ?
Its a sleepy afternoon now. An afternoon drooping into a stretchy evening.
The sky will turn into a million colors soon. The road that I'm driving on will soak those last sprinkles of colors before the night submerged them into the commonplace dark.
The drive back was lazy and less exciting to begin with. Same roads, same bald trees. Getting somewhat bored now.
Hell, What do I see in that large farm to the right of the road ? I see not horses, not cows, not even mules. I see Llamas ! Scores of them. Its a large farm. (This was the first time I had ever seen a Llama)
They are beautiful creatures. Some were grazing the greens. Some were resting under the huge trees. An entire family was it, lazing in the grass ?
Tiny surprises, hiding like eager children. Spring up when you least suspect,
when you least suspect...
And that my friends, was the end of yet another remarkable afternoon.
After a cozy night's sleep (it was cold!) when I finally acknowledged the morning, albeit reluctantly, it wasn't so exciting. The mercury had dipped significantly since last week and the clouds threatened to ruin the last day before the hectic work week began. Darn ! just when you thought this was going to be the day you could do anything under the sun, it turns out, the Sun God has a mood swing.
In a couple of hours, bleak turned into bright, and the temperature rose to bearable(a very relative term). Aha ! mmm... the adrenaline rush was getting me now. A packed ice-box and a filled gas tank later, my Pontiac Grand AM was ruling the roads(ok, at least in my mind).
Now, lets talk about the landscape. Honestly, the roadside trees are not their sexiest in March. In fact, unless you love the bald look, they probably look their worst now. However, I must admit that still, there was great beauty in the endless lines of these silent standing trees, awaiting their spring colors.
All the same colors - rusty red, raving brown, broken green.
If the drive had been pleasant, the destination seemed no less inviting. The Sun and the chill, the children playing around the small streams, the Amicalola Waterfall of course, and the winding roads, all together completed the picture of a very relaxed Sunday afternoon. mmm...almost, almost sleepy.
Sounds of waterfall, so prominant, have you ever listened so intent ?
Its a sleepy afternoon now. An afternoon drooping into a stretchy evening.
The sky will turn into a million colors soon. The road that I'm driving on will soak those last sprinkles of colors before the night submerged them into the commonplace dark.
The drive back was lazy and less exciting to begin with. Same roads, same bald trees. Getting somewhat bored now.
Hell, What do I see in that large farm to the right of the road ? I see not horses, not cows, not even mules. I see Llamas ! Scores of them. Its a large farm. (This was the first time I had ever seen a Llama)
They are beautiful creatures. Some were grazing the greens. Some were resting under the huge trees. An entire family was it, lazing in the grass ?
Tiny surprises, hiding like eager children. Spring up when you least suspect,
when you least suspect...
And that my friends, was the end of yet another remarkable afternoon.
Comments
Amicalola Falls is a nice place to visit once or twice, but to see Llamas, I can travel again":)