It is said that a journey of 1,000 miles begins with one step. What they forgot to mention is that it also begins with a properly fitted backpack, lots of planning and permission from your wife. My personal journey along the 2,175 mile long Appalachian Trail began in 2010 and will likely continue for many years to come as I attempt to section hike the entire trail before my time here on earth is up. Happy trails!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
First of all let me say that Helen, Georgia can be a bit deceiving. On the surface it appears to be the cutest little town on the face of this planet. All of the buildings are structurally shaped like you are in the Swiss Alps complete with Christmas lights dangling from every roof top. There are horse drawn buggies slowly meandering through town and outdoor musicians playing to folks as they eat at outdoor bistros. I initially thought it would be a nice quite place to take my wife someday soon, but I now see that wouldn't be a fun trip with the wife.
As we quickly find out, Helen is very noisy at night. It's like Blowing Rock on steroids. Apparently this small town is very popular with loud partiers and the many bikers that I saw on the road earlier. We find a hotel in town and quickly get cleaned up and head out for that steak and beer. Grayson and I would have normally stuck around downtown to explore a little more but we were too tired. It was an early night for us both.