Amicalola Falls State Park, Dawsonville, GA.

As I expected, Gary spent WAY too much time at that big estate sale over the weekend. He never got around to taking any more pictures from our stay at Hard Labor Creek State Park. That's unlike him, but I guess he was having too much fun elsewhere to spend much time in the park. That's that. Sunday morning arrived, and it was time to move on to our next stop. We traveled 111 miles further north on back roads, which was slower but a whole lot more scenic, and arrived here at Amicalola Falls State Park near Dawsonville, GA. around 3PM. We checked in at the visitor's center, and headed up the lengthy road to the campground. It was a VERY steep road. Dodge is a great van on flat roads, but he doesn't do well on inclines. He strained his butt off pulling me up that hill. We rolled into the campground, and picked out campsite number 14 for our four night stay here. At the time of our arrival, there was only one occupied campsite. One other camper pulled in awhile later, so there was only the three of us plus the campground host occupying the 25 available campsites. Needless to say, it was SUPER quiet around here. Gary took his time getting me set up. He was cooking dinner at the same time. As you can see in the photos, we are in an elevated campsite that overlooks some of the lower campsites and the restroom. One of the only trees or plants that is still green here is the holly tree directly behind our campsite. Makes it feel a bit like Christmas, or maybe that's just the way it seems. There are plenty of squirrels here, and my favorite one (the one pictured) is obviously a very pregnant female. She seems sweet, and stayed still a lot while Gary snapped some decent pictures of her. We fed her well from the minute we arrived. Gary hasn't had the time to explore much yet, but I'm sure that he will. This is definitely a much prettier park than Hard Labor Creek was, and the things to photograph here appear to be endless. The only pictures he's taken so far of the park (besides the ones in the campground) are from the overlook from the top of the 729 foot waterfall, the tallest free-flowing waterfall in the southeastern United States, or so the park brochure says. The souvenir postcard photo shows the waterfall in all it's glory, and it was obviously taken at some other time of year besides winter. Look at how green everything is. As far as I know, Gary won't be distracted by any estate sales here, although he did notice a handful of antique stores nearby that he wants to check out. Since we're on the top of a mountain, TV reception with my little antenna is exceptional. I'll have plenty of things to keep me entertained if Gary decides to wander away for awhile. I think we're going to enjoy our visit here. So far, so good!