We’ve been here a little over a week now, and while there have been many things to “write home about,” there hasn’t been much time. So instead of sitting down and not deciding where to start, I’ll start with today, and share backwards as I get to it.
After hanging around the house all day putting more finishing touches on the move (how many days of finishing touches are there?) in my PJs, we headed out to Pearl’s New Orleans Kitchen for some Cajun. We considered stopping in yesterday on our tour-de-North, but the place was beyond crowded, and we didn’t move here for the crowds! I looked up some reviews online, and people suggested allotting 2 hours to dinner, including wait, on a typical summer weekend night. We decided to wait for a weeknight. We didn’t wait long…It’s a world different from the Cajun Depot in Ellijay, but it was excellent!
On our way back, we stopped at Torch Bridge, where the Torch River meets Torch Lake. I was treated to a super-cute puppy! He was obsessing about a sunken stick, dipping his head into the water and pawing at it until he got it within jaws’ reach. Clearly, he was a happy boy!
We went home and played some lacrosse for the first time since we’ve been here. There’s a Little League park down the road from us (which makes an excellent setting for ice cream and sunsets on the beach, but that’s another whole post entirely), and we’ve commented about how it would be a nice place to play lacrosse. So is our yard. We haven’t had a good place to play since we first moved nearly 10 years ago, so it seems like a bit of a miracle that there’s literally a great place for it right in our own backyard! Luckily our neighbor seems nice, because I got to trespass to retrieve an errant ball within short order.
Tony had read up on Coy Mountain Preserve, because we had come upon it in a recent outing. It seemed like it would be an awesome place to watch the sun set over Torch Lake, as it’s a mountain. Okay, so it’s not a mountain. But, it is higher than the surroundings, so we hiked. The woods were beautiful, with lots of old-growth hardwoods. Not very many mushrooms, though, because we looked. Yes, the season is over. But if you’re a shroomer, then you know that sometimes you look anyway. Just in case.
Turns out there are leaves on the trees, and the overlook sites were actually just benches. The view was still gorgeous, but we wanted a more direct line-of-sight, so we traipsed off the ridge, and headed to a local park. I took pictures; Tony skipped rocks; the sun set.
It was a good evening.