Judy and I woke up this morning with this being the first morning without Granny Dot to take care of. The initial intent was to take down some fencing and moving the chicken coops to a new location. But it was damp and cloudy and looking like rain, so we decided to take a road trip into the North Georgia Mountains.
We settled on Helen, a small community in the mountains that is built like a Bavarian Village. It is all shops and restaurants on the headwaters of the Chattahoochee River as well as dotted with motels and cabins. It can be a fun day.
Most of the shops have the usual tourist trap stuff but a few have some funny and unique gifts.
Here is something that every Southerner must have in his home if he/she is to be considered couth and upscale.
And ya can’t let anything go to waste either. Take you used Jack or Jim or Smirnoff bottles, cut the bottom off and hand a trinket like a Georgas Bulldog from a string down the middle and you have a wind chime.
After a couple of hours we left and just road through the mountains and enjoyed the day.
It beats fucking with chicken coops anyway!