Southverve

On my last day in Georgia, I climbed Blood Mountain with my mother.  The trailhead is just north of Dahlonega and part of the AT.  Though I shouldn’t have been surprised, I was at how much the mountain reminded me of the Great Smokies – especially a canopy of rhododendrons near the top that was [...]

I’ve written two entries on driving south, but there is another way to enter: Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson Airport.  Getting off the plane, you walk through the short corridor until you’re in the main hallway of a concourse, and suddenly swimming in people.   The people hurry in lines like strings of current, and my body never gets [...]

I’m in North Georgia now, McDonough, and ran five miles this morning.  Five miles and my knees held up.  Madison, Dylan, and I had spent the day before, driving to UGA in Athens, the flat sand of South Georgia buckling into clay hills, all day my knees bent under the driver’s wheel.  Then this morning, [...]