With a concentration of falls hikes that encircle us, we went with the easy choice, the nearest one to the north, High Shoals Falls. We did read that it is one of the most impressive, so that solidified our choice. What we didn’t read was that the “road” (and yes I put that in quotes for a reason) to the “parking lot” is really a swollen kick butt hiking trail. In fact, my older son about lost faith in us as parents as we swung back and forth up this gravely, bumpy “road”. We reassured him that there were still indeed rustic parts in our country, and surely as a forest road this would pass. We were right. We landed in a parking lot where he promptly exited the truck and declared we should just get on with it.
The descent was fine. The terrain was much more well traversed than our first GA hike, and the loud rumble of the falls helped reassure us we were on the right track. I noticed the abundance of Galax leaves which was very cool because as a florist I used those time and again. I always love to see the flowers and greens growing naturally, as I’ve only seen them wrapped and rubber banded.
Finally, I’ve been experimenting with my phone time lapsing. I filmed us pulling Tracy up into the Chattahoochee National Forest. Check out my instagram for the time lapses.
We pulled Tracy up into the Chattahooche National Forest to settle near a replica Alpine town, Helen GA. We had no idea how much amazing hiking was abound. It only makes sense the Appalachian Trail starts not too far away. Our first day here we hiked a private trail connecting to our campground. We later learned it’s not allowed to be improved anymore, due to the current ownership, but it was probably one of the best hikes we ever did. This is because it included ropes to pull us uphill, involved multiple creek crossings, kept our minds sharp as we constantly had to search for blue tagged trees, not to mention all the ducking and climbing. The boys LOVED it. Truthfully, Dear Husband and I agree, it was one of our favorites as well. It was quite a challenge.
After that morning hike, our day just sort of faded away. We had some plans to hike to a local waterfall (I do believe there are over a dozen), but that earlier 2 miles really did us in. We were so wore out, we decided to dilly dally in Helen for the afternoon instead.
Little fella found a new friend in the form of a stuffed koala. He’s saving up money for a future stop, but couldn’t peel away from said friend. I suggested he call him “George” because we got him in Georgia, but he said he needed a better name. Mr. Kooky, he announced, was that better choice. Of course, he conceded that George could be his middle name, to not hurt my feelings.
We stopped at Hofer’s Bakery where the boys were allowed to choose anything they wanted until we heard the prices. Then we kept swaying their choices to the frustration of the people behind us, until we just pretty much forced them to get chocolate creme puffs. Then we ate half of their puffs. They were darn huge, but I’m sure we did a fail parent move here, with the offering choice, denying choice, then taking half anyways. Apparently they are used to this or the sugar was enough, because they didn’t complain. Or maybe their payback was the mess…