Saturday was one of those rare rainy days when Toccoa Falls  really began to churn as the water poured over it. Later that afternoon, the clouds broke up and the sun came out and so did the butterflies.

And the students came out, too Here’s Jacob taking time to walk to the falls and enjoy it’s beauty.

The other day I was walking back from “the falls” when a visitor ask me, “Is it still there?” I said, “Yep! Just like it has been for at least 200 years!”

I love these doors. I finally stopped yesterday afternoon and took a photo of them. They have been restored, and I think that they are so simple that they are elegant. The church is beautiful. I also had a chance to go inside and see where the founder of Toccoa Falls College preached for so many years. Dr. R. A. Forrest (pictured below) was the pastor from 1925 until 1950.

“In 1925, the First Presbyterian Church issued him a call to become their pastor. After much consideration and with the understanding that he would be able to continue his evangelistic work throughout the United States and Canada, he accepted the call and served as pastor of this church for twenty-five years. During his pastorate a beautiful brick edifice was built, and the church membership increased. It is of interest to note that, though he felt several times that he should resign because of the pressure of his other duties. The church refused to allow this until he reached the age of retirement.” —Taken from the book: Achieving The Impossible with God.

Here’s another view of the doors. I love the lamp post, too!

The browns of a forest floor, the brilliant greens of summer, and a dash of sunlight: perfect ingredients for a sweet photograph.

You know how I often say that the college owns over 1,100 acres of land that back up to a National Forest? Well, we also have an original Indian footpath that runs through part of our campus. It called the Unicoi Trail and at one time it was used only by the Cherokee Indians. Later, thousands of settlers traveled it as they moved north. It even became a “toll” path.Today, it leads to a couple of beautiful waterfalls and then on to Helen, Georgia.