Our Saturday morning began with a stop in Helen then we went up by Lake Burton, and across the mountain toward Hiawasse. Along that road we stopped to play on top of a hill.
Opps she fell off again
Steve throwing a snowball at the camera.
My grandmother told me the "true" story behind this sign. There was a Cherokee Indian princess that disappears and was never found. Her name was "Fallen Rock". There are still many signs in the mountians hunting for her today. Maybe Steve and I can make it our goal in life to find her.
2 comments:
What a sad little snow you guys got. You should move to New York! (I could use the company.)
Hey! Snow is relative-I loved enjoying the snow vicariously through your pictures.
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