July 16th, 2011
Latitude 34.8741, Longitude -83.8109
"Brasstown Bald Debacle"
After I had 39 weeks of plush accomodations, Mom decided she had been through enough. According to the doctors, I was "not progressing." It seems the old wives tale of riding on bumpy roads and the commercial marketing campaigns promoting eggplant consumption weren't "moving things along," haha. Therefore, she had to move along to Plan B.
Given the remarkably cool weather, the idea to climb Brasstown Bald may have seemed like a successful venture. I'm sure that finding willing accomplices with this crowd is never especially difficult.
We get to the base camp and everyone is looking for a restroom. Given the Spartan state of affairs near the top, concessions with regard to what qualifies as acceptable facilities were taken.
The weather was amazing. It must have been 50 degrees in the middle of July. The sight was surreal in Georgia's only cloud forest. Even at the top.
The time at the top was still enjoyable for everyone involved. A mile up has never been so easy.
In addition to being able to see four different states from the top, there were other attractions.
You might not be able to spot the miniature poodle at 40 yards, but Mr. Hubbard can.
Believe it or not, Daddy wasn't the reason we had to stop at every, single, rest station. Please see Aunt Lulu's "mule maneuver." Give her a hard time all you wish - she's getting on up there in her doggie years.
As fun as the trip was, I don't know what they were thinking. I've got a sweet pad here with an incredible suspension. A Saturday hike isn't getting me moving any time soon.
