This afternoon Bill took the dogs and I out for a jaunt. We picked up a couple of pasties from the Aussie Bakery and went out past Six Flags in search of a trail at Sweetwater Creek State Park.
Wearing long trousers, thick socks and a hefty layer of mosquito repellant I took charge of Genghis and having no idea of the trail layouts we chose a random beaten track leading away from the car park.
We followed this through the woods (trees, poison ivy, pine needles, Bill spotted a red toad, really cool looking toadstools, lots of interesting smells for the boys to go gooey over) until it became unclear which way the trail was supposed to continue. At which point we called dibs on one of the two dodgy looking possible paths into the undergrowth and promptly lost where we were going.
We ended up in what at first appeared to be a track, but it became clear it had been created by a now dry torrent of water cutting through the red Georgia clay. Regardless we continued and eventually reemerged at the side of a reservoir. We teetered at the edge of a large concrete spillway carrying a steady flow of what seemed to be a flat ribbon of water away from the mass and into a healthy overflow waterfall. The walls were steep and slanted but the only route was onward so onward we pushed.
Bill led the way as I was somewhat dubious but as he and Quince were soon gallivanting around in the channel Genghis and I followed suite.
As soon as I stepped onto the concrete I could feel the temperature increase as it had been baking all morning things were somewhat toasty there, an effect several charcoal grey lizards were taking full advantage of before they caught sight of us and scuttled beneath wayward logs.
After a quick exploration of our surroundings we decided to cross the water and try to climb up the other side. The shallow ribbon of water then proved to be not quite so shallow, but actually somewhat deeper. A spot of paddling ensued.
With soggy squelching shoes and sodden socks we then attempted to climb out of the overspill and although we soon realised that the walls were also deceptive and somewhat steeper and higher than they first appeared, lovers names scratched into the surface was enough evidence to prove it could be done and spurred us on.
With some effort I managed to haul myself and Genghis up the bank and felt quite victorious looking done at Bill and Quince. This was short lived. Bill followed my achievement by scaling the wall with ease and made my attempt look pathetic. Bah.
Dogs then got tied to trees and veggie pasties were happily devoured before we picked up another trail and carried on.
We were hoping to be able to walk the circumference of the reservoir but this got dashed as the trail hit a dead end of a property line barrier and we had no choice but to turn around and go back the way we had come. (yay, more paddling!)
I think the dogs had a good time. I liked getting out of Atlanta and taking them walkies.
Oh, and I drove home. On the interstate. All the way. (The insurance company finally came up with a quote and I am now insured to drive the truck).