Bear with me while I get philosophical for a moment.
As I hit the highway today at 0710, temperature 35 degrees, drizzling --- I really questioned the sanity of this particular excursion.
North Georgia roads are dark and treacherous on a good morning; it was plain scary this morning.
As I got higher in elevation the temperatures dropped and finally reached an even 32. There was ice on the roadway and the drizzle continued. Most of you know how I feel about ice on the roadway...
But I kept going anyhow; as the sun rose (I didn't actually see the sun but it got lighter out...) I became more optimistic.
I smelled adventure and it made me hungry.
None of the gang met us at the Waffle House. I didn't blame them; it was miserable out and there wasn't much hope of it clearing. But I knew that Bob was heading down and I wasn't going to miss out on the opportunity to meet him and see a few new trails.
Then it stopped raining. And we were treated to what is best in life.
Words fall short of the feeling that you get when you're out in nature with new friends seeing new things. The feeling of the snow beneath your boots, the feel of the tires spinning and finding purchase on a bit of buried gravel, the feel of the wind, of the sun, of the mountain ---- all that and the intangible bond of people with each other and with our beloved machines.
I wouldn't have missed it for anything.
And the bar-b-que at Rib Country was great, btw. :tea: