It was a beautiful fall weekend. The fairly warm weather and bluest skies ever spurred Jim and I to take a drive to the mountains of north Georgia, where we have a small piece of property. The drive takes just a bit over an hour and a half, and usually we drive straight through. But Jim was very hungry and wanted to stop for a snack, and so pulled into a tourist trap he usually speeds by - the amazingly colorful "Goats on the Roof." Why, yes, there actually were goats on the roof.
Goat on a flying bridge.
The mechanism brings up a bucket full of food, purchased from little vending machines. The goats definitely knew what the deal was, and had been hanging around waiting for a sucker to come along and feed them. The idea is that the bucket come up and then continues back a way to dump the feed on the ground. However, the bigger goat immediately stuck his nose in the bucket and followed it all the way to the end.
The goats have it pretty good. Plentiful grazing and a couple of playhouses. What's not to like!
After goat watching for a bit and buying too many snacks, we moved on up the road. Once at the property, while Jim hiked down to our waterfall (through woods thicker than I care to traverse,) I walked along the road and took some photos.
Just down the road and around the corner, is a lovely meadow. I'm sure I've shown pictures of it before, but here's another.
It was an old homestead, and the two chimneys from the house are still standing. There are also some very old, untended apple trees. When we were there in the spring, the trees had begun to fruit, but it didn't look as though any of them would come to full promise. I was, however, very wrong about that. Despite the age of the trees, they had obviously been full of apples. Not great apples, but lots of them.
One of the old trees. I was surprised to see so many apples on the ground. Surely there must be deer, but maybe not, because if there were, surely they would have had a banquet.
Yummy! Well, ok, only some of them. Most of the apples were misshapen or ridden with worm holes. But some were nice.
Unfortunately, most of the nicer ones were above our reach. The rest had either fallen off or been harvested by other visitors. But I did find a few to keep, and can report that they were hard, sweet, and entirely delicious. What a wonderful find! I'm marking my calendar for next year so I can go earlier and hopefully reap a bigger harvest.
We decided to take a roundabout way home, and drove further up the road into Highlands, NC, and then took the road through the Cullasaja Gorge to Franklin, NC. Our first stop was the turnout overlooking Blue Valley.
The gorge is beautiful, with the road traveling along the path of the river. Jim remembered where the pretty waterfall was, so we made sure to pull off to look at that, too.
By this time, the sun was sinking below the mountain tops, but I managed to catch a final blast of color on the hillsides.
It was a wonderful day!
Today, Sunday, was spent at
Knitch for the usual day long knitting group. After the shop closed at 5, a small group of us remained for a mini-spin in. Nell bought all kinds of natural rovings at SAFF, and kindly shared her riches. We had a great time trying them all and giving our opinions. My favorite was the Jacob roving. And even though it was as pretty outside today as yesterday, I was just as happy spending the day with friends, knitting and spinning. I hope you had a great weekend, too.