Woke up at 6:30 a.m. Took shower, got kids ready, and we dropped them off over at Mimi’s. Drove 215 miles to drop Devon’s car off. Had lunch in Dahlonega, GA (cute little downtown!).
Then we drove all the way down to where the Appalachian Trail officially ends at Springer Mountain. It’s where most people start the trail, though. But the tricky part was driving the narrow, winding 6.5 mile dirt road up to the drop-off area. It took about 45 minutes. 6 miles… 45 minutes… it was crazy. And Devon even made a comment, “What do people do if someone’s coming down??” But luckily we didn’t meet anyone on the way up.
At the top, we got out and hiked up to the start of the trail which was just under a mile… mostly steep uphill. My legs have not hiked in a while and need to get out more.
Here’s a few pics from that:
Then Devon took off for his hike on the trail.
I drove down the mountain.
The trip down the mountain on the road was harrowing. The sun came out and so the shadows all over the road made it hard to see the big rocks and huge dips… my poor little Corolla and sometimes, I would come around a corner and the sun would be at an angle that would blind me and I couldn’t see anything. AND on the way down THREE pick-up trucks were coming up. What the heck? Why are people coming up the mountain at 4pm? Anyhow, twice I had to hug the edge of the road where there’s no rail and a straight drop-off as the truck squeezed by. The third time, I was on the inside (whew). About midway down the mountain, my phone rang and about scared the bejeebers out of me since I was so deep in concentration on trying not to slide off the mountain.
I saw that it was Karey calling and… bless her heart… she tends to be the harbinger of bad news so I knew I needed to answer it (call me for happy stuff more often girl!!). Anyhow, I stopped the car… on the tiny road on the side of the mountain… and talked to her and then by brother. That’s when I found out that my mom is in the hospital again. I called the hospital and the nurse said she’s got pneumonia but her oxygen was much better and they probably won’t have to intubate.
By the time I got off of the $%^&*##@ mountain road, I had to peel my fingers off the steering wheel. Then it seemed to take forever to get back to 85. Part of that is because I had to pee and I drove over 60 miles without seeing a single gas station, fast food or restaurant or anything. It was crazy. When I finally found a corner gas station… the pumps didn’t work and there were bars on the windows… and the people all looked at me like I was a martian… and the bathroom had no toilet paper, paper towels or soap (eeek). I didn’t care… I was desperate. I was just very grateful that, thanks to the kids, I always keep wipes and sanitizer on me these days.:)
Anyhow, after i got on 85, I made pretty good time until I hit Gastonia where the traffic came screeching to a halt and it took half an hour to go two miles. Blarg. I was so close to home… but so far away. I didn’t make it to Mimi’s until 10:30pm and got the kids.
I just got a text from Devon… he’s still alive and doing well. Now I just need to hear from my brother. He was going to visit my mom this morning. Crazy day.
































