Amicalola Falls Hike & Burt's Pumpkin Farm

Y'all know I'm from Dahlonega, GA, which is the most precious little mountain ever.
And you know that my family lives there and while I don't get home as often as I'd like to, it's always wonderful when I do get to visit.
Last weekend I was feeling homesick, so after work on Saturday we packed up the car and traveled a couple hours north.
We know we've made it home when we cross Crown Mountain and see these views.
We walked around the square and shopped, then we met my sister and brother-in-law for dinner after she closed her salon for the day. 
Brandon enjoyed some boiled peanuts with some random guy.
We ate at Yahoola Creek Grill, which is next door to my sister's salon, Structure Hair Studio.
YCG has wonderful food!

We spent the night at my sister's house, which is next door to where we grew up in the little community of Nimblewill.
Amicalola Falls and the beginning of the Appalachian Trail are a short 5 miles from there.
On Sunday we decided to hike Amicalola Falls and go to Burt's Pumpkin Farm to get...pumpkins.
Amicalola Falls is the highest waterfall east of the Mississippi River.
In Cherokee Native American it means "Tumbling Waters."
Just for kicks and giggles, here is a little flashback to when I was Miss Amicalola Falls in 2004:
 I digress, back to the hike...
Love my handsome man!

After our adventurous hike up and down the falls, we headed about 1/2 a mile down the road to Burt's Pumpkin Farm.
This place is hopping! It stays super busy in the fall.
All the city folks have discovered it and they drive up in droves.
We were so blessed to grow up in Dahlonega.
We took field trips to Amicalola, Burt's, Hillside Apple Orchards, the Gold Museum and so many more local establishments that are now major tourist attractions.
I especially love white pumpkins-they are my absolute favorite!
I managed to turn over our wheelbarrow full of pumpkins like a dingbat.
I got a good laugh out of it, though, and I'm sure some others did, too.
We enjoyed hot apple cider and a few other fresh baked goods before loading up our pumpkins into the car.
Lumpkin County, you are home.
This is the road I grew up on and I could have written the song, "The House That Built Me."
This is the church I grew up in, and my grandparents are pillars of the church.
My Papa built the fellowship hall and he maintains the grounds and landscaping.
These are the views from the top of the mountain that both my sister and my grandparents live on.
You can see the church steeple in the distance.
It was so good to go home, and that makes it harder to leave.
"Home is where your story begins..."

1 comment:

  1. It looks like you two had tons & tons of fun :) Love getting to see the photos.. Glad you also were able to have dinner with your sister & her hubby..


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