Jackson to Amicalola Falls
Left Jackson and renewed our acquaintance with I-40 heading north east to Nashville. Shopped at Kroger’s for tonight’s meal before meeting Cindy for lunch at a nice restaurant on the Cumberland riverfront in Old Hickory called Sam’s Sports Grill. Sat on the floating patio and had a nice time catching up on old times and new developments. The restaurant observed mask protocols very well, but the party boats on the river were not so diligent. After a session on I-24 and I-75, we took highway 76 and 52 to Amicalola, Georgia near Springer Mountain – the starting point of the Appalachian Trail. What a great set of roads. Through a torrential downpour, the route curved through some very nice farmland, mostly apple orchards. Again, reminiscent of England. Or maybe anything that is green and farmy east of the Mississippi looks like that. Or rural France, or elsewhere in Europe. The differences are small, such as the shape of pylons and the number of churches (lots here). We got to Amicalola Falls State Park late, again befuddled by a time zone change, but we got the roof top tent set up rapidly and John and Melissa soon arrived. The campsite was very well laid out with very clean restrooms. It was very humid in the campsite near the falls and the rain was still threatening. After a few failed attempts at lighting the charcoal, Jeri secured some high grade lighter fluid from a neighbor and the coals were soon alight. We ate salmon with ginger and green onions, small new potatoes and corn on the cob. The wine flowed. Despite the humidity, sleep came quickly, and so did morning.
