I know this is an old thread (lol, I started reading it just now and saw things like, "Let's meet up next Wednesday at the so-and-so" and started getting excited. Then saw it was from 2011!
Anyway, funny story about the Sugar Hill power lines. I am shopping for my Wrangler in March. I have a fatherless kid I mentor every week who lives in Sugar Hill. So I'm driving with him towards Mall of Ga and see a Jeep dealer. Stop in and they have a JK 3.6 with 6 speed manual, which I haven't been able to find anywhere for a test drive -- all autos.
Salesman tosses me the keys, and me and the boy go for a test drive. We're just cruising around the backstreets, paying no attention to things (I don't know the area all that well.) Come out at a parking lot next to the big old building that used to be a foundry or mill or something and is now a collection of shops, I guess. I turn into the parking lot and just cruise through. It's dark out, raining slightly, parking lot empty.
I cruise to the back of it, notice a slight part in the bushes. I nose the Jeep up into it and suddenly, like the Pevensie children stepping through the Wardrobe and into Narnia, I found myself in an off-road wonderland!
I started easing down into the dirt and went about halfway down the first hill before realizing I was going to make a terrible mess of somebody else's Jeep and I didn't want to do that.
So I took it back and bought my own from him. On the way home from picking it up (I had to order so didn't get it till May 3) my first stop was at the power lines! Been back several times since. I like most of it, but that narrow bridge at the low point, when it's wet, pretty easy to slide off sideways and have to winch yourself out. (Just sayin'...