Last Saturday while exploring the Tugaloo Corridor, we turned off Lake Harwell and paddled up Longnose Creek to an opening where we had lunch by the absolutely wonderful waterfall. There is something about the light along these small waterways that is very inviting. I didn’t adjust this photo very much—if any. This is life at this moment—as the camera saw it.

Some of those with us couldn’t resist getting back in their canoes and paddling as close as possible to Longnose Creek Falls.

The area near it was an old homestead complete with the remnants of a family’s fireplace.

Another photo of Kelly as he stopped long enough to talk about the Cherokee Indians and the villages that once dotted this area.

This and a couple pillars like it are all that remains of a covered bridge that once spanned the Tugaloo River.

The last place we stopped was in the middle of the lake at the Indian burial mound that is protected by the Corps of Engineers. A quick note on Lake Hartwell: it is one of the most visited Corps lake in the nation. “It is a man-made lake bordering Georgia and South Carolina on the Savannah, Tugaloo, and Seneca Rivers. The lake is created by Hartwell Dam located on the Savannah River seven miles below the point at which the Tugaloo and Seneca Rivers join to form the Savannah. Extending 49 miles up the Tugaloo and 45 miles up the Seneca at normal pool elevation, Hartwell Lake comprises nearly 56,000 acres of water with a shoreline of 962 miles.” Kelly continued to tell us about the area and the Indians, who once lived here.

And finally Kelly took this photo once we were all back on land and after the guys had conceded that they would have to find the famous “Dripping Rock” on another day! Evidently it is a rock with a fresh water spring running near it. Some of the members of our group said they had seen and even drunk water from the spring when they were young.

Over the next couple of days, I’ll post photos I took this weekend while canoeing on the Tugaloo Corridor. Did I say canoeing? Yes! It was so much fun that I may have found a new activity. From what I gather from college friend and registrar Kelly Vickers, this is an annual event. He led the group on a five hour adventure along the Corridor that ended in a portion of Lake Harwell.

Here’s a little info about this historical area: “The Tugaloo Corridor is the eastern portion of the county adjacent to the upper reaches of Lake Hartwell and abuts the Tugaloo River to form the eastern boundary of the county. The Corridor extends from US 123 in the south, to Habersham County, in the north. The 6 mile section of the river is the last un-impounded section. Within the Corridor are a number of historical structures, including Travelers’ Rest, Providence United Methodist Church, the Prather Home, and Tugaloo Bend, an 87-acre heritage site owned by The Stephens County Foundation, Inc., a not-for-profit foundation which is credited with identifying the Tugaloo Corridor and its potential. On the Tugaloo Bend property is the site of the old Estatoe Native American village. The Foundation plans nature trails, educational facilities, and a heritage education center highlighting Native American and 19th and 20th century settler lifestyles. The goal of The Foundation is to preserve and protect the area, so generations to come will enjoy the educational and recreational opportunities.” This group’s office web site is http://tugaloocorridor.org.

Some of the people that went with us were from the college, which gave me the opportunity to get to know them a little better.

This is the view I had for most of the trip—middle to back, but that’s ok. I had to pull up canoeing instructions from the past. And even then, I had to ask others how to do simple things—like how to keep the canoe going in a straight line. I thought for sure that I would be sore “to the bone” as my grandmother used to say, but I’m not. So, I’m ready to go again!

I live here—five minutes—if that from this sight. Do I miss the city? Yes, I do at times. I miss friends and wish they were closer. Friday night with Delores was lots of fun. We laughed like crazy and I wish Judy was working with me again, but life changes and we go on. I truly think they would agree: if I had to be some place other than in the city, this is a very good place to be. I’ll post more photos over the next day or so. Thanks Kelly for a great trip and for all the historical stories and facts you shared with us.

Shakspeare wrote, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” He’s probably right, but this rose is especially sweet because it is one of the Queen’s roses at Windsor Castle.

Somebody is sleeping on the sofa in the sunroom, and someone doesn’t mind his photo being taken over and over again.

In fact, striking a pose is on the list for the day.

And getting attention is a great thing. It is the sort of thing that movies are made of. So the camera captures this pose and another pose until . . . .

jealousy strikes and then guess who jumps in-between the camera and PJ? . . . The same little doggy that refuses to look into the lens of the camera.

I noticed a group of people in small boats on the lake near this bridge. Others were in chairs along the shoreline. They were all watching something, but I didn’t stop to think about what it was. After all it was a Sunday afternoon, and I was engrossed in conversation with a friend. Cocoa was pulling on her lead in an effort to cross the bridge in front of us and Chip . . . . Well, Chip was being Chip—a puppy at a year and three months. Finally, I looked up and saw that looked like a hawk circling overhead, but it wasn’t. It was an Osprey, and she kept dropping down lower and lower. Finally, I realized she was trying to land. Duh!

She had a nest on the top of the bridge and probably babies, too. I looked back in time to grab these  photos—what a cool surprise on a otherwise lazy Spring afternoon.