Its Pumpkin Time

My parents and brother arrived safely to Atlanta on Saturday and to kick off their vacation, Sunday I decided to take them deep into the boonies of Georgia, just to scare them a little. And it worked. My mother was in fear that our vehicle would breakdown or run out of gas and then " the Rednecks would get us" as she put it. My dad kept making banjo noises in an effort to recreate the theme tune from "Deliverance" and my brother was just in shock at the size and condition of some of the houses and trucks people were driving, out in the middle of nothingness. I however, have been exposed to this scene many times before, so I just enjoyed watching their reactions.



Since Monday is the official start of Fall here in the US, we stopped off at a pumpkin farm to pick ourselves out a fine big pumpkin to decorate the garden. This is not something we do in Ireland, so we were very impressed with the size and variety of pumpkins there was to choose from.



Here my dad arms himself with a wheelbarrow and we head off to choose ourselves some pumpkins.

We took our time finding the perfect pumpkin, well, dad did.

And of course we had to throw in some of the cute tiny ones too.

Once we got our goods loaded up, it was onwards to Amicalola Falls where we hiked to the top of the falls and once there, enjoyed a seriously good brunch at Amicalola lodge which overlooks much of the Georgia Mountains.

The family at the falls. Only 425 more steps from here to the top.

But we all made it.

And after brunch, we took some time out to sit back and enjoy the view, retirement home style.