On the Road Again-Day Eight

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33 (NIV)

Originally, we planned to leave Ellijay today and head for home, but we fell in love with the cabin and asked to stay an extra day. Sadly, we have to leave tomorrow. It would be nice to live in this secluded peaceful environment forever, but the real world beckons beyond the wrought iron gates. Before loading the motorcycle into the truck, we went for one more ride to Blairsville and Vogel State Park. Our friend told us about its pretty hiking trail around a lake to a waterfall. As soon as we hit the highway, I regretted our decision to leave the cabin. It is unbelievably hot up here and being on the pavement in the sun was brutal. It didn’t help matters that we got lost and couldn’t find the road to the park. We stopped at the Blairsville Welcome Center, and I went in to get help. I was soaking wet with sweat and am sure I looked like a ragamuffin fresh out of the oven. When I asked for directions and the man started to tease me by saying he could help me but didn’t want to, I about came unglued. I think he figured out from my expression that I wasn’t in the mood for games, so he quickly said, “Right, left, 129, ten miles.” The park was pretty, and we had a nice hike, but it was way to hot to be outside unless you were in the lake which many families were enjoying. It was kind of funny to think about the difference between a Georgia lake beach and our gulf beach. The clay colored sand, muddy still water wasn’t appealing, but as hot as it is, I don’t think that they much cared. We were glad to leave and come back to the cabin to rest by the cool rushing waters of the river. Tonight, we went to Merceir’s Orchard to buy some peaches and some apple products. Though they had no apples for sale yet due to the late arrival of spring, we still bought some fried apple pies, apple butter, apple bread and apple cider to take home. Now, the car is packed, and we have one more evening to sit beside the river. Then, maybe later, a few more episodes of Ghost Whisperer. I never, well, hardly ever, watch television at home, but this week, my husband exposed me to the TV show, Ghost Whisperer, and I am now an addict. In fact, if some of my posts this week, haven’t quite made sense, it is because I was typing while watching that show. With two or three episodes each night, Melinda Gordon and I along with her ghostly acquaintances are becoming good friends. I am just getting a hang on what is happening on the show. I may have to buy the series when I get home to fill in the blanks. If I have time to watch TV back in the real world. Where I am going. Tomorrow.