Dispatches: Taking A Bite Of The Big Red Apple
My weekend ended early for me last Sunday as I had to catch a flight to Atlanta.
It would be a quick, 24 hou, twist and turn, out and back but it did a couple of things:
1) I can now say I’ve been to Georgia.
2) I learned some really interesting stuff.
3) I got a chance to work with Gary S. Chapman.
Wheels touched down around 5:30 p.m. and I picked up my rental car. Then the fun started.
It was supposed to be an 86 mile drive from ATL to the place I’d lay my head that night.
Thanks (he says sarcastically) to MapQuest, and some poor directions, it was about 125 miles and an added hour. But bigger thanks (he says with ernest) to a gal named Shadie at the Waffle House in Braselton, I got myself righted and was back on my way.
It was a dark drive up I-985; not much to see except rest areas and more darkness. Cornelia, Georgia, home of The Big Red Apple, was the final destination for the day.
By the time I pulled into the Hampton Inn, it was late and I was tired.
Still, when I’m in a new place, I never know if I’m going to get back there again. I have to see it. Woke the next morning around 5:45 a.m., brewed some coffee and headed out to see what I can see (I’m like the bear climbing over the mountain like that.)
Cornelia, Habersham County, is small town nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Notable as being a strong part of the Confederacy – it’s wheat production helped feed troops during the Civil War – it was also the retirment home of Ty Cobb, one of the greatest baseball players of all time. His funeral was held in the town.
It was a drizzly, foggy morning. Car wheels whizzed along the wet pavement.
A few barbershops in the middle of town. A couple places to pawn gold, silver and guns. A newish diner trying to look like an old diner. Lots of gas stations selling gas…and stuff.
Swung through the center of town and the train depot, saw the Big Red Apple itself, which pays homage to the central part that apples and the apple crop has played in the town’s history. It’s a big red apple, for sure.
By 8:30 a.m., though early, it was getting late. Had to get to where I need to be that day. A few more shots with the S95 and my time was done.
Time to get on the clock and check into the office for the day.
(If anyone knows and can tell me what that machine in that last shot does, you’ll win a free JerseyStyle Photography t-shirt. Gary,if you’re reading this, you’re recused from answering…)
By 3 p.m., the work Gary and I were doing was done. A steady rain carried me the first few miles back down 985, but then it stopped. Sirius Radio’s Outlaw Country and E Street Radio stations on my rental car radio carried me back to Atlanta with time to spare.
If only I then didn’t suffer through 2 1/2 hours of flight delays getting back to the Great State of New Jersey….
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