So, we decide to make Adairsville the first of our "Exploring Georgia by Tent" experiment. For the record, the "A" in Adairsville is pronounced "Uh". We started here mainly because I have a friend who has a house there (aka: bathroom and tv.) But also, because it's an awesome, hardwood filled 50 acres sitting on the highest peak in the area.
When we finally found the drive to Barry's place (turn right at the medium sized rock on the right straight across from the 3 gravestones,) the blacktopped trail looked like a half mile zipper up the belly of a fat man's jacket, which, by the way, is the best metaphor I've got.
Note: Coming back down in neutral got my Nissan Titan 4x4 up to 50 mph before hitting the brakes.
Barry had two massive fires going...massive. We put up the tent on the best spot we could find given I had not packed any type cushion/air mattress. This gave me my key takeaway from the trip. Mountains are made of rock. Rocks are therefore part of the ground. Your back must lie in contact and parallel to the ground and therefore on rocks pending no cushion. Luckily, we were able to find an area suitable as long as our heads were above our feet.
Drew and Kristin were a little disappointed the fires were already going. They had spent their money on some flint to build one themselves. They gave it a try.
Both kids decided to bypass the fast foodies on the way to Adairsville so we could enjoy eating what nature had to offer. So after I captured and skinned (unwrapped) a pack of dogs, we applied a little char, a little mustard and enjoyed a camping delicacy.
I'm not going to lie....23 degrees F is cold!! Cold may be a understatement given the thin insulation a tent provides. Thank the Lord for warm sleeping bags provided us by REI. Other than sliding down the floor of the tent (did I mention it was angled about 15 degrees,) we slept pretty comfy.
Oh yeah...coyotes howled all night. Luckily for us, Barry's neighbor Danny visited and said he had thrown deer remains at the bottom of the mountain to keep them at a distance?? Is that a good thing?
Barry was sitting on his porch several weeks prior and watched a toronado clear a strip of land. Hundred year old oaks twisted and put on their side.
Another cool use of a deer stand. Peeing off it (picture not provided)
Something you don't find at a state park....a Gator.
KRISTIN'S THOUGHTS:
HI!!!!!! THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS ABOUT OUR EXCITING TRIP WITH MY BROTHER AND MY DAD I SAY THE FAVORITE PART OF OUR JOURNY WAS GOING DOWN THE BIG HILL AND TRYING TO SHOOT A GOLFBALL WITH A 22 RIFLE ABOUT 50 YARDS AWAY MY DAD WAS THE FIRST ONE TO SHOOT IT ON HIS FIRST TRY...WHEN I WAS DRIVING THE GATOR THERE WAS A BIG HILL THEN I LET MY DAD DRIVE I WAS IN THE BACK NOW AND MY DAD WAS DRIVING THEN ALL OF THE SUDDEN MY DAD LIFTED THE BACK OF THE GATOR LIKE A DUMPTRUCK AND SO THEN I FELL OUT ... THEN WHEN I GOT BACK IN THE GATOR I JUMPED OUT WITH MY BROTHER DREW AND HELD ON TO THE BACK AND MADE MY DAD DRAG US ON THE GROUND (THE GROUND WAS MUDDY:( BUT IT WAS SO FUN:) ) IN THE MORNING WE STARTED TO PACK UP BUT LUCKLY WE STAYED LONGER WE STARTED TO CLIMB A TREE THAT FELL DOWN WHEN A TORNADO CAME BY WE WERE TRYING TO ACT LIKE BEAR GRYLLS WE LOVE HIM... WE CLIMBED A LOT OF TREES IT WAS SO FUN...
Next Stop: Amicalola Falls
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