Logically, the Yoys decided to participate in the most outdoorsy activity they could conjure up. A hike. Outside. With trees and animals and rivers.
Our new neighborhood is surrounded by different trails that all lead down to the Chattahoochee River. We tried out Gold Branch on Monday.
At the entrance to the trail, the four of us stared at the map and pretended we knew how to use a legend and also that we had any idea regarding the length or difficulty of our endeavor. And just to make things interesting, the sun was beginning to head down behind the rolling hills of North Georgia. Lets add that we had no water or food into the equation. It was basically, scene-for-scene, identical to the Blair Witch Project.
So off we headed. And it was peaceful. And beautiful. And it felt good, once my blood started pumping through my pre-hyporthermic limbs. We made it down to the river in good time.
The Yoys were excited to dip their walki…