Apples and Moonshine

Have the leaves turned by you yet? Perhaps the air has gotten a tad crisper? I know it has by Alex and I which is why this past weekend we took the top down on the jeep, the doors and windows off, and I grabbed a good hairbrush so we could head on up to the apple orchards.

Hillcrest Apple Orchard is one of the most popular orchards along “Apple Highway” in Ellijay, GA. It’s also the one with the moonshine museum which automatically makes it Alex’s favorite. Not that they actually SERVE moonshine. Because that would be naughty.

The museum did have some rather interesting stills. From the mud-packed ones, to the half buried ones, y’all gotta give hillbillies credit. When they want a little ‘shine they sure are gonna find a way to make it, hide it, and sell it!

Alex sure studied the set-up’s pretty extensively. (Y’all don’t think he’s got any plans do you?)

I mean, that’s what stock car racing (otherwise known as NASCAR i.e. a Sunday staple along with Football and Church) was all about when it first got started. They had this fun photo spot at the end where you could have your picture taken in a cut-out of a boot-legger and Alex very reluctantly agreed to take a photo.

I bribed him a little more with the offer of cider donuts and he actually stuck is FACE in the photo the second go-around. (The man will do dang near anything for these delicious, melt-in-your-mouth donuts. Which is lucky for me since I sure wasn’t getting into that photo!)

After wandering the festival area and the museum tour we headed off to the actual orchards. We wandered past Rome, Mutsu, Fuji, and Golden Delicious apples so I could get to my haven.

Granny Smith apples. YUM!

Alex went for the Golden Delicious and Rome.

We ended up topping off the bag with a huge mix of everything else which will be perfect for the apple pies I’m planning on making later this week.

Lastly we examined all of the jams and jellies they had inside. I had a few favorites, Tequila Jam being one of them. Alex however insisted on a jam that would (and did) make my boss cringe.

I wouldn’t let him buy it for her because well, I want to keep my job! (Plus I really don’t like wearing jelly and I’m pretty sure the jar would have been tossed in the air since Frogs are her nemesis.)

Now that we are back home with our TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS of apples I have a lot of baking to do. Alex, he’s just ready to head to the next festival.

Course it is the Moonshine Festival so I can’t say I blame him.

Not Quite Deliverance

This past weekend was definitely an adventure for me.

On Saturday I woke up semi-early and gathered my bathing suit, flip-flops, camera (why I don’t know) (this will make more sense in a moment) and other gear to head to Duluth, GA.

Why Duluth? Welp, because in Duluth is some fun $10 River Tubing. (Where a good camera should probably NOT go with fancy gear of which I do not have.) When we arrived we both promptly filled out our paperwork and went to pay our fee. We encountered hurdle #1 when the gentleman checking us in questioned our sanity at using open bottom tubes for a four-hour ride. He strongly suggested we go with the closed bottom tubes and boy were we glad we listened to him!

By 11:30 we were climbing into our tubes and exclaiming over the river. You see, the water that day was a whopping 55 degrees. Can you imagine how numb our tushies would have been after four hours?!?! (So grateful for the closed bottom tubes)

Then began our gentle ride.

There is something highly appealing about floating gentle down an icy bottom river with a gal pal. I’m so glad I was with Leslie. Now, as you might have guessed none of these photos are mine because I didn’t have the foresight to think the camera angle through. Luckily Leslie did!

A good thing too, otherwise you’d never get to see her or I on this ride!

So about two hours into the ride, passing past the most lovely of mansions, we noticed the sun seemed to be covered by a lone cloud. We laughed it off because we had checked the weather and as much as our guide warned us about what to do in a storm, no way would it rain today. I mean it was ONE CLOUD.

Pshh 15 minutes later the heavens opened up with some VERY cold rain. We toughed it out though and kept floating, well and paddling with our frozen arms, until the sun shone once again. We both settled in to laze down the river once more.

A little while longer, guess what…MORE RAIN. This time we, being the smart chickies we are, headed for the nearest overhang to take cover.

Not our actual hiding spot

Thank goodness for falling trees!

It pretty much drizzled most of the ride on, about 30 minutes of our trip. It was pretty crazy and fun, but we’ve learned one very important lesson.

Always pay for the paddle – paddling with your arms in 55 degree weather is really REALLY not fun.

What did y’all do this weekend?