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of a Birthday, Friends and Dead Trees |
Driving at 2:00am in the morning, listening to some hard rock, keeping awake, I
reached home and crashed on the bed. Next day, near noon, when I woke up, my
cell was ringing, "When are you coming over?", came the enquiry. "Fifteen
minutes to get ready, thirty to drive". Shortly, I was on the road again.
Meeting at Ravi's place, we decided to get to Rising Rolls, a sandwich place. Once we had food in the tummies, we decided to head to someplace near nature. Now Ravi and I had some discussions about possible parks, venues to get to, but none of them were finalized. We eventually decided to head to the Chattahoochee River Recreation Area. I had heard about this particular park quite a few times but never got the chance to go visit it. So, anyway, today was the chance and I did not want to miss over.
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Chattahoochee recreational area has a paved hiking trail. It seems very well travelled. Come to think of it, I think it is one of the better known hiking trails. Right off GA-400, it is easily accessible, is right next to a river and has a very low gradient, making it a family trail.
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People walked and talked. Talked mostly. I was cranky in the early morning hours and instead of trying to make smalltalk, I just busied myself with taking pictures.
Some of the trees and vines in the area are really pretty and amazing. Look at the vine hanging from the heavans.
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From death arises life, like a phoneix, from its own ashes.