Into the wild......

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........Well, at least as wild as NE Georgia gets.

Up 5 miles of gravel washboard one lane road, then turn off on another 3 miles of even more narrow and rutted road where you have to dodge the occasional downed tree, and at one point try to squeeze a Dodge Ram 1500 under one that has bridged over the road. I haven't looked at the top of the cab, but there is a reason I'm afraid to. Scrapping noises make you look up like submariners listening for the next depth charge.

Eventually we made it to our destination.......The end of the Road, as far as you can go in a wheeled conveyance. Anything past the huge pile of dirt across the path has to be done on your hind legs.

Fortunately we wanted to go no further. We were happy right where we were to play in the cool creek, look at the rushing waterfall, sit on a damp moss covered rock and let the sand trickle over our toes, while at times an inquisitive crayfish would come to nibble on the white meat of our feet.

No sounds of civilization, no radios, no engines, no hum of a florescent light or a running computer. Since my watch is battery powered....no tick of the tock to tell us when to come or go.

No breezes to stir the leaves of the tall oaks, populars, hemlocks and beech trees. Nothing to bring the scent of wildflowers to us, but, at approximately 80 degrees and the water probably around 60 degrees......our time was most pleasurably spent.

Pork sandwiches with hot sauce from the Barbecue Shack poured liberally over them. Crisp ruffled potato chips to provide a vegetable portion washed down with cool Sprite.

Thus passed a day where the only bother was the occasional inch worm, hunching his or her way from my shoulder up my neck to his or her doom.

It's better on the upper end of the food chain