Heritage Park

Here in Georgia, it has pretty much rained, non-stop, since Thanksgiving. I've been joking that it must have set the record for most weekends ruined in a row. I think there was one Saturday, a few weeks back that was dry enough to get out on the road. That was a pretty good ride, actually too. I just spun out and back on the Silver Comet, and ended up riding with a guy and chatting most of the way.

But then it rained again and again and again...

Finally, this past Saturday, it was dry enough to go for a walk. And, just a little walk at that. Not a run. Not a jog. Not even a hike. I wore the same clothes I'd been wearing all day, just grabbed my camelback and hit the closest conceivable thing: Heritage Park.

I'd been there before, with Kathryn, some 5 or 6 years ago.

You basically walk out along Nickajack Creek until you come to the old Ruff's Mill Factory Ruins.

Then you explore those for a few minutes, before turning around and heading back.

And, that pretty well describes what I did.

Given the context, I really enjoyed it too. The weather was crisp, but not cold. There were plenty of people out walking their dogs, so I got to see a lot of really happy dogs. It was great. Wouldn't want it to become a mainstay, forsaking other opportunities, but I was happy to get out and do something, and it really hit the spot.