Got up and out asap on Sunday. I figured I'd get a few hours in before having to head home. There's quiet in the early morning, and a chill, and fog, and a solitude that is restorative. In the "pictures don't do it justice" file, I deposit the following shot: cool, dead quiet, and light low enough that my headlights are still visibly illuminating the road:
I recognized this rockpile from my brief research. It's supposedly the grave of a Native American, passers-by add a stone for luck. I didn't read the sign.
A lookout on rt60 on the way to Suches from the south. Again, the chill and quiet of this scene lend a sense of being that's hard to articulate.
At Suches I went west on rt180 (again), and decided to see Vogel State Park on my descent down to rt19. A short way down the access road I hit a pull-out and walked down to the water. Near a bench I noticed this (dead) tree, which seems to have kept the woodpeckers busy.
I sat on the bench and took this pic looking back towards the entrance, and noticed that I might finally be able to take some pics that express the calm still... the early quiet I'd been so fascinated by.
I quickly took a series of pics which wound up being "trip-makers". First, a close look reveals that this is not a picture of trees, it's a picture of water shot upside-down. Note the few floaters and the ripples at the margin where the trees meet the sky:
Then a series of Rorschach tests, one of which is now the wallpaper on my work computer. I let Apple "enhance" these for me, but they are not unreasonable HDRs or anything.
Leaving the park, I did another big loop of 19-180-17-75A. On the home stretch, I came to the turn-off for 348 and couldn't resist. I hoped to get some foggy pics from the overlook I'd visited the previous day, but it was already around 10AM, and a VERY slow van in front of me created more misery than I could stand. I U-turned a few miles up, just in time to catch a VERY slow car coming down... a frustrating diversion, which made it easier to "call it" and head back to camp to pack up.
Back at camp, things went fairly smoothly and quickly. I had shore services disconnected, camper packed, gear stowed, trailer hitched, and bike loaded by about 11:45AM. I met an 8 week-old Lab puppy and decided it must be my last Easter egg in north Georgia. Rig, ready to roll:
Back to reality: a traffic clog outside Atlanta.
I drug everything into the RV park at about 9:30PM, then unloaded the bike in the dark and rode home. Trailering the bike and using the truck camper is an awesome way to base-camp and ride day-loops. On the minus side, the closest place worth going is an 8-hr drive away.