
I am thankful that I have wonderful friends to share good times with.

We left early Saturday morning and made the 6 hour journey up I-75 and then through some country roads for a pretty easy trip. We settled our horses in their stalls and then scrounged the last 3 trailer sites for horse campers. (note to self - next time arrive mid week to get the best sites) The sites were very nice - each was pull through with a gravel area containing a fire pit and picnic table. We didn't try to ride that day and allowed our ponies to acclimate to their new home. We ate some yummy fresh fish and grits cooked up by Cathy for dinner. Campfire time and toddies topped off the first evening.
We got to take our first ride on Sunday morning. We had been forewarned that the trails could be rocky and had some good hills to navigate. I will admit that I was a little scared when we climbed our first steep hill. Stylin learned quickly how to dig in and pay attention where she was putting her feet. I couldn't enjoy the wonderful scenery for the first hour or so; I was concentrating on the trail in front of me so intently. The forest with all the fall colors, hills and the picturesque creeks , once I could relax and enjoy them, where absolutely breathtaking to us flatlanders. We wound up riding 4 hours, stopping to enjoy lunch on the trail. Back at camp, we settled in for a relaxing evening and good eats. Marilyn whipped up a 3 course camp meal for us. Drinks and stories by the campfire rounded out the second evening.
Ida brought some hard rains around 2 am on Tuesday morning and didn't stop for 28 hours. We were told that the area received around 5 inches total. The campsites were set up to allow runoff so we didn't get flooded out, but we did have a soggy day Tuesday. We trudged around with our rain gear on to take care of the horses and spent some time touring the nearby historical town of Rutledge. We had an awesome breakfast at the local cafe and enjoyed bantering with our server, Ronnie. Nice young man - matter of fact, everyone in town was very friendly. There were several eclectic shops on the main street which we checked out as well. I got some reading time in at our rainy camp and later that evening, after another wonderful meal by Marilyn under a group shelter, we gathered at Mike and Traci's trailer to watch a DVD. We missed having our campfire that night.
On Thursday, we knew we had to get another ride in as we would be leaving on Friday. We chose to head back on some of the same trails that rode the first day and hoped to complete the whole loop. Some other riders from Florida joined us on this ride. It was a slippery, slidey, Georgia slick clay mess! The trails were still pretty, but we trooped through some knee deep mud and slippery slopes. The rains had rushed quickly down the hilly trails and made some of them kind of narrow trenches. Our horses would try to walk on the slopey sides of the trail instead of staying directly in the middle which caused Busta to slip and fall twice. Luckily, Cathy didn't get hurt badly, but is sporting a pretty colorful bruise from the second time. Stylin lost her footing on the way down one hill and we almost went all the way down. She scrabbled and caught herself before I had to step off. Whew..... a little nerve racking. We made almost the whole loop and were heading back towards camp when we came up on a washed out bridge! What?? We knew that we were not going to back track, so we followed the creek down a little way until we found a safe place to cross. We all made it back to camp safely and decided what an awesome experience it was. I was so proud of Stylin - she was a champ!
Here's loads of pictures and a couple of videos taken by me, Traci and Cathy..... PHOTOSWe saw a big ole rattler on one trail and a cottonmouth on another. The rattler was quietly sunning himself about 3 ft off of the trail. Later in the day, we stirred up several deer.
At one point, Cathy had a little hitchhiker on her helmet. Don't worry, no tree frogs were harmed in the making of this blog post. Of course her horse Busta went down in the water .... AGAIN.....
San Felasco is very beautiful....I wish they allowed overnight camping. It makes for a long day with a 1-1/2 hour drive out there, a 4-1/2 hour ride and then another 1-1/2 hour drive home. It's still well worth it!
Friday evening, my good friend Charlotte came over for dinner and we had a grand time catching up on each others lives. She doesn't ride anymore since her gelding died last year, but if she's ever ready, she knows that she can come with me anytime.
The McCulleys have a wonderful place and are very gracious hosts - if you ever get a chance, join them for one of their special rides or you can camp quietly any other weekend during the year. There are plenty of trails and you can camp with electricity or primitive.
Jen and I had a good mother daughter ride the day before and although the day was smokin' hot, we had a good ride and hung out to watch a Mounted Police/Posse challenge.
Jenny captured this touching photo of a police officer and his daughter and below you can see him making his run.

Cathy was all smiles riding Maybe as well. Her stress free ride on a well mannered horse has given her more determination to put the work in with her horse Busta.
This is what we looked like after the first downpour.....first it was a nice, cool sprinkle, but then it turned into a steady rain. No lightning, so we decided to continue. The rain helped with the bugs and the heat.
The sun came out and held the rain at bay until we were loading our ponies back up in the trailers. We all got totally soaked again!