Tallulah Gorge

    For a vacation this year we headed down to Georgia to visit my Aunt Donna and Uncle

On the boat

Stephen. We made the trip with my Uncle David on Monday, and Tuesday we dived right in. Since they live on a lake we spent the day swimming and Uncle Stephen took us out on the boat.
    Everyone successfully made it to their feet on the wakeboard and Claire took a nose dive into the lake on one of her rides. I rode the wake board back to the dock, which was quite a distance and my muscles began to cramp. Yet, I still loved every second of it.
   Yesterday morning I was roused early for our trip to the Tallulah Gorge State Park. After extensive wakeboarding on the lake the day prior, all of my muscles were sore. Claire had an especially tight neck after her face plant into the water.
    However, we woke with the ambition of a hike. We packed our lunches and loaded up the car early, arriving at our destination at roughly 8:30 and hitting the trails shortly afterward. At first the hike was easy. We descended a large amount of steps and I began to wonder if this was really going to be a hike, anxious for an adventure.
    Then we reached the bottom of the gorge and the hike began. We were greeted by a river and were charged with the task of hopping from rock to rock in order to cross it. The excursion was loads of fun and I crossed it severally times reaching the other side only to turn around and scurry back across the massive rocks.

    Finally, we continued on and the hike only grew more intense. We navigated our way along the side of the river over huge boulders and on tiny paths. The large river ran along beside us leading the way and we chased after it as best we could; scaling massive rocks and sometimes having to crawl upon the slick surface of others.
    The trek of course was beautiful and we found ourselves just a few feet away from a gorgeous waterfall.

    After a long time of hiking and climbing and crawling, we reached another waterfall of sorts. The rock slabs beneath it were slick and we slid down them into the bottom of the river.
    It was loads of fun and all of us were soaking and laughing as we repeatedly went rocketing down into the river. After sliding down it numerous times, we continued on. Working to exit the gorge, we hiked up the side of the mountain. The trip was steep, working along at such an angle that all doubts of this being easy completely vanished. However, the trip back was short. Before long we were out of the gorge. We worked our way around the gorge and back to the visitors center where we rested briefly and ate lunch.
    Inside the visitors center was all sorts history from the gorge including the story of Karl Wallenda, who crossed the gorge on a tightrope, performing two headstands along the way. With our adventure complete, we went back to the lake; entirely spent.

Until Next Time,
    Katherine Rose