This third installment in a three-part post about an Appalachian autumn road trip from Florida to Georgia is part of our Retro Roadtrip series.
Note: The following revised and annotated post is part of our new Retro Roadtrip series. This 3-part post is about an autumn road trip I took by myself from Florida to Georgia and was originally posted November 15, 2008, on my Nathan’s Uncle blog.
On Saturday I drove over and ate lunch at the Unicoi State Park Lodge Restaurant near Helen, Georgia, and then made the short hike to Anna Ruby Falls.

Does this picture preach, or what?

Anna Ruby Falls
Then I drove over and UP to Brasstown Bald. At 4784 feet, it is the highest point in Georgia, and not too far from Pinebox, my mountain cabin. It is quite a hike straight up the mountain from the parking lot, very steep, but a lovely walk if you take your time. A shuttle is available for a nominal fee.

A view from the top.
I left Brasstown Bald and drove just down the road to my buddy Dan Easton’s house, or rather “houses.” Dan owns two pre-Civil War cabins. He lives in one and rents the other one. Mountain Man Dan, AKA Mr. Blairsville, is a local realtor and owner of Three Springs Realty. If you are looking for mountain property, Dan is the man! Since I’m giving free advertising, I can’t overlook Sarah Davis, the wonderful realtor who helped me find my Pinebox in 2003. Sarah owns Cozy Cove Realty, and she is a lot prettier than Dan! (Just kidding, Danny Boy . . . .)

Dan’s cabins

Front porch of the rental cabin.

Inside the rental cabin.

This shot at Dan’s cabin reminded me of Tennyson’s poem “Mariana.”
from Mariana
WITH blackest moss the flower-pots
Were thickly crusted, one and all;
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable wall.
The broken sheds look’d sad and strange;
Unlifted was the clinking latch:
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange . . . .—Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

Dan’s kitchen.

Dan’s table.
Dan plants a big organic garden every spring and lets the deer eat all they want. Believe it or not, even though it was October, there were still a few tomatoes left on the vine, and I got to make a tomato sandwich. Dan also fried up some Nantahala sausage to go with it. Dan makes pinto beans and cornbread at least once a week. His kitchen smells like my Granny Hinson’s kitchen. Can you say heaven? You should stop in if you are ever in the area.

Nothing better!
Previous Posts:
Retro Roadtrip: Appalachian Autumn Part 1
Retro Roadtrip: Appalachian Autumn Part 2
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I should think a ‘mater sandwich in a cabin in the mountains would be heavenly! Thanks for sharing your great photos.