Mississippi...

First, another note about yesterday... I forgot to mention that near Dahlonega is the highest waterfall east of the Mississippi (although I cannot personnally attest to this since it was raining so hard we didn't want to go looking for it). The other bit of info... the start of the Appalachian Trail is near there. Again, the rain kept us away. However, we DID get plenty of "hiking" last night in Douglasville. John thought it might be a good time to find a replacement for his glass French coffee press that got "separated" into several pieces during the "relocation" part of the drive to Vicki & George's. Sounds easy enough except John had remembered he'd only spent $20 for his (he conveniently forgot it was also on closeout sale) so insisted we keep looking until we found one that was comparable in price. Two malls and at least nine stores later... (I was about ready to send out a call for one of you to please ship him one and I'd reimburse you on the sly!)

I apologize to Alabama (especially to the northern part that's very beautiful) for having breezed right through today. George had recommended we drive part of the Natchez Trace that runs between Nashville & (you guessed it) Natchez and we wanted to get there while we still had daylight. (We started the parkway drive in Jackson, MS.) For those of you who aren't familiar with the Natchez Trace, it was first used by Native Americans as they moved from the north to the south and back. Later, the trail was used by boatmen who took boats down to Natchez, sold them, and walked back to their homes in the north. Some walked for six months or more. Now the National Park Service maintains it as a scenic parkway. There are numerous points of historical interest along the way and several places where you can still see and/or walk the trail (including the section in the photo). We could have camped there (for free this time of year) but it was a brisk day, they had no hookups (electric or water) and the back of the van is at the moment not much neater than the rooms of some teenagers. But the real truth was, the thought of a real bed in a warm room with running water and a shower was worth the price (even John didn't complain).

Tonight we're in Natchez. For being the oldest permanent settlement on the Mississippi and as wealthy as NYC at one time, it's much smaller than we expected. We didn't make reservations at the historic hotel downtown because they didn't mention parking in their ad and we assumed Rambo would be a problem. Next time we'll know better, get a room there and stay a couple of days. Turns out parking would NOT have been a problem plus the hotel is right in the middle of the city. Everywhere is walkable from there with lots of interesting shops and many, many historical buildings. Perhaps next trip.

Tomorrow? Still heading west...

A "Dah" Day....

Waving goodbye to Vicki & George we headed south, well below the ice storm coming. It was only then, when driving was a bit more leisurely, that I thought to ask John what he thought those Methodists shouted through their bull horns. He "politely" educated me that folks in the 1800's didn't have access to electronic bull horns (DAH!) but rather just blew through horns from bulls like a horn. Now why on earth would they think that sounded better than church bells?!

Zipping out of North Carolina, through South Carolina, we arrived in no time at the Welcome station in Georgia where we picked up some tourist info to help in our search for lunch. Back on the road, I began reading about this little town of Dahlonega. It was 5o miles off the main road, but suddenly it occurred to me that we were no longer racing to get away from the ice storm (DAH!), so why not take a side trip?

If you are like us, you may not have realized that Dahlonega was the site of the first gold rush in the US in the early 1800's. In fact they mined so much gold they even put one of the US mints there. It was abandoned during the Civil War (no surprise there...). Even though some gold is still mined there today, their major gold digging appears to be from tourists. All the shops in their very pretty downtown have now been redone into quaint little shops for tourists. John & I aren't much into shopping, opting to go through their gold museum instead - not a whole lot on display but what they had was interesting (and their movie gave John a chance for a brief nap).

But the real reason (other than lunch which was nothing to write home about) I wanted to come to Dahlonega was to go to the "Funky Chicken Art Project" described as art in an old chicken coup. It was about 10 miles out of town. Some interesting garden type art but with prices waaaaay above my price point.

So it was on to Atlanta - we brought them driving rain which I'm sure they were only too happy to have. (Rambo & I were less than enthusiastic! - we haven't dared look in the back for leaks yet...) Past Atlanta, we're now in Douglasville, GA. Who knows what today will bring? (DAH!)