Spring Break

We went to 'Bama for Spring Break-into the northeast mountains-with mom and dad.
We stopped by the Alabama (music group) museum to see the sights and sounds. Well, there weren't too many sights, though there were some good sounds. Not something I would drive to if I was a long ways away-but something you need to go to if you are in the area. I'm glad we did it. Above is Lauren, dad, Randy Owens, and the gang.

Me, mom, and the boys.

The museum.

This is the view out the back of our cabin in the mountains. Really cool.

The cabin.

Mom and dad, somewhere. By the Little River Canyon, possibly.

Lauren and I at the same not-sure place.

Little River Canyon . . . well if you turn around it is. This is looking upstream.

There it is-the falls. Amazing-I think we put up some pics a couple of years ago--it was basically bone-dry then. Amazing what was some rain can do.

Looking downstream.

This is the gorge the river makes. It was a really long ways down and really beautiful.

The southernmost ski resort in the U.S.A. I kid you not. Yeah, they had to make that snow. I think we have pics from there a couple of years ago, too. This is something I want to come do next year. The skiing is really, really cheap there-the only way I would ever do it. Of course you don't get a whole lot there--this is pretty much it. But still, it's cheap skiing. Lauren would make fun of me-but still, I want to do it.

Falls just outside of Desoto State Park. Again-there wasn't much flowing a couple of years ago.

This is the Hapeville Chick-Fil-A Dwarf House in the Atlanta suburb of Hapeville, close to the airport. This is the first Chick-Fil-A ever.

A good trip . . . as Prudence Jones would say in the newspaper, "A good time was had by all."

The Most Beautiful Place On Earth

Yeah, I know, it's been a while. So sue us. The goings-on of our lives seem to be less interesting, so we just sort of quick blogging. I guess all of the new things that fascinated us when we first moved to Georgia quit fascinating us so much. Maybe we became less "foreign" in a "foreign land." Who knows.

But I recently had a trip to Charleston, SC for a conference. I wanted to upload some pics to show off. Maybe this will energize our blogging-ness . . . maybe it won't. Who knows.

On my way to Charleston, I realized I would be going by Augusta National. I knew I would be going to Augusta; but somewhere in east Georgia, I had the thought--I should go take some pics.

I have tried this before. Years ago, on a trip to Charlotte, Lauren and I went by the golf course to see what we could see. Basically all we could see was a sign. It was very disappointing. We went hours out of our way . . . to see a sign.

This time around, I knew what to expect. I actually got some better pics this time around--I found a couple of parking lots across the street from the only entrance. Basically, besides this entrance, if you were driving by, you would have no idea you were driving by a golf course . . . much less quite possibly the most famous, most beautiful golf course in the nation, if not the world.

Above is a pic from a nearby street.

This is the view down the famous, "Magnolia Lane." I always imagined this drive down to the clubhouse to be longer. On one drive by, I peered in and could see the driving range. That thing was unbelievably green for the end of January. I mean, it looked better than most golf courses do . . . any time of the year. B-e-a-utiful.

This is the same view, from a different angle--showing the only marker of the golf course (the aforementioned sign) and a little check-in gate. There is a person there, checking people in and out, I guess. I had the fleeting thought of--I wonder what they would do if I just drove in. I decided not to give that a try.
A street sign of Magnolia Lane. This is the island (Daniel Island) I stayed on in Charleston. Really nice. Really beautiful.

Unfortunately, this was about the only picture I got from Charleston. One night, I drove down into the historic part of town, right around sunset. Our memory card on the camera had just filled up from pics. I did not want to take the time to sift through which pictures to delete and miss the town as the sun went down. So, I just decided to forget the camera and enjoy it all--pictures never really capture the true beauty of things anyway.

That night, like I said, I went into Charleston. It is great. I got to see across the water to Fort Sumter (where the Civil War started), ate at a fabulous restaurant, and got to hang-out in that really cool part of town. The next morning, I woke up early and went down to the beach, just as the sun was coming up over the Atlantic Ocean. I wandered down to a little fort, which I found out was the site of the first American victory of the Revolunationary War and where all the slaves came into the south before the Revolutionary War. It was a really cool moment. Charleston . . . if you ever get the chance to go, you gots to.