On Memorial Day weekend we loaded up the cars and headed north of Atlanta for a weekend hike on the Appalachian Trail. We decided to do a easy weekend of about 16 miles, hiking from Unicoi Gap to Dick's Creek Gap. The easy weekend also allowed us to spend Monday at our friend's, Matt, lake house. Morgan's friend, Gina, and dog, Minnie, joined us and everything went smoothly. Well almost. We had left a car at both our start and end points, but once arriving at Dick's Creek Gap Adam realized his keys were in the car at the start. After a ride from a friendly fellow hiker and and hour later everything was worked out.
On our way to Matt's lake house we decided we needed a nice hot breakfast and drove into town. Well there is only one thing that will fill a hiker' craving... Waffle House. We drove through downtown but only found a Huddle House. After a quick round of discussion we decided it would be better to settle and go to HH instead of skipping a meal all-together (breakfast was actually pretty good, but no where close to a All-Star Special). We left full and happy, but not a minute later we saw the unmistakable black and yellow sign, immediately being thrown into a state of sorrow and regret at losing faith.
That is so typical of Tall Guy. Like the time he couldnt find his dopp kit and almost made us late to go to St. Simons
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