All in all, the festival was a total blast and way more elaborate than I was expecting. It rained hard today and rained some yesterday, but I did get a chance to sneak off into the woods for some photography.
The forest was in full bloom.
Where's Waldo?
Here he is, wishing his **** "pro" camera had a remote release like his D70.
Ok, I'll just have to fake it.
I stopped for lunch in Copperhill, a town right on the Tennessee/Georgia line north of Blue Ridge. I decided to drive both ways on surface roads due to Townsend's location in a nook of the Park. Going up on Hwy. 411 through Vonore was brilliant - both faster and more beautiful than I-75. Letting my GPS tell me to come back via the twisty two-lane highway which leads to Blue Ridge, Georgia was a bad idea, but it did lead to some good lunch.
Anyone remember
Smokey and the Bandit? You can't get this in Georgia. Just sayin'.
All in all, a truly great weekend and I am very glad Byron invited me up. Look for coverage (from me, anyway) in
American Angler and
Trout magazines.
Zach