“hiking,” north georgia style

after spending the morning in the cabin, we headed out to go for a “hike.” With the slowpoke dog and the gimpy sister, we didn’t do much hiking, mostly just a long drive and a tromp on about 500 feet of the Appalachian Trail.

Camille enjoyed writing runes with charcoal from primitive campsite fires. Chloe enjoyed pulling the dog around and over and under the trees. I enjoyed taking photos until the battery in my dad’s camera died (mine died the other day and I realized that my extra battery was charging at home).

On the ride out, Suze spotted a dead bear tied up to a tree, which creeped us all out. The kind of things nightmares are made of, really.