We initially decided to meet at 8:00 am at an auto shop so he could drop his car off for an oil change, and I would drive the car that his parents so graciously let me borrow. Well, I called him the morning of and decided to change it to 8:30, but he decided 9:00 was better. I called him as I was on the way, and he didn't answer. I thought this to be a good sign. He must already be there with the mechanic going over the details of how he wants the oil changed, and just shooting the breezing about things that mechanics and their customs chat about. So I thought. Wrong. He was still sleeping. Instead of sitting around, I rode over to Chick-fil-a and picked us up a hearty breakfast and fueled up. What a guy. Cam and I finally got on the road around 9:45 or 10:00, and guessed our way the majority of the way there, with a little help from a Home Depot employee.
Note to everyone: If you don't want to pay the $5 parking fee at a Georgia State Park, then you can buy an annual pass for $50. Or go on Wednesday, because it's free. We went on a Tuesday. We drove to the top of the falls and watched a man park, get out, get in and start the car again, back up, and pull back in exactly as he had been.
We stood over top the falls for a moment and looked at all the change and wondered if the bears knew they could use that money to buy snacks instead of stealing picnic baskets.
We began walking on the Appalachian Approach Trail. For a moment we pretended that we were Jonathan and Julie, two of our friends who are currently doing a through hike of the AT. He let me be Jonathan this time. We walked about an hour into the trail and turned around. We would've done a little more, but Cam was in dire need of a restroom. He didn't want to play bear, and he refused to use the toilet that was provided near the parking lot.
As we were leaving the park, we decided to stop by the bottom of the falls. I didn't remember that you had to walk a ways to get there. We walked for 15 minutes and caught a glimpse of the falls. Cam said that was good enough for him, because he still had to poop (I had forgotten). As we were leaving, we decided to stop by my mom's house and look through some boxes to see if we could find my video tapes of concerts that I recorded from back in the day. Four hours and 75 boxes or so later, we were still tapeless. We did, however, stumble across a real neat Insane Clown Posse back pack. We decided to call it a day, and drove around for a while.
The next day we decided to go fishing. Before the next day, we decided it would be good to get some sleep. Thankfully for Cam, he was able to get some.
Our plan was to stay at my house, because I have rods and reels and gear. I have a full size bed, which is plenty enough room for two full size guys, as long as one doesn't sound like a bear while he sleeps. I was asleep for about 30 minutes before the torture began. I tossed and turned and jumped and rumped and still could not drown out the freight training beside me. My first plan was to move to the floor and stick some ear buds in and ignore his noise with music. No success. My next idea was to lay down in the closet. I figured a closed door would block the sound. Wrong. I finally conceded to go down stairs and lay on the dog hair couch. Eww. I couldn't sleep, even with the bird serenading behind me. I gave up and got on the internet and found some good music: Valley Maker
Around 4:45 am my dad came down and asked what I was doing up. I said I couldn't sleep and he said he knows how that is. I finally dozed off around 5:15 am and woke up at 7:00 am. Called Minnie, woke up Cam, then headed out.
We went to Wal-Mart and got us our fishing license and some worms. We headed to Old Rope Mill Park in Woodstock. I'd been there before for hiking and biking, but not for fishing. We fished for four hours or so. Cam caught two little fishes and I caught one little fishes. He says that his fish were bigger than mine, but it seems to me that the pictures tell a different story.
Some other stuff happened, we ate at Ci Ci's, and did some more things and then slept in separate houses.
Little fish, little fish
Let me in
Not by the scales
of my finny fin fin
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