Traveling 13 hours in one day while 36 weeks pregnant is not recommended by most doctors. However, the need to be around family last week took precedence, so we chose to make our way towards Florence on Tuesday morning, while following orders of stopping every hour and a half to keep up the circulation and drinking lots of water.
While our trip was initiated by something so sad, we were able to make the most of it by spending some much needed time with other family members who we haven't seen in several months. I was able to catch up with some of the new happenings in my brother's life (buying a house and all the work that it entails), make a brief trip to Georgetown to spend a little more time with my folks, and then head to Athens to see Mrs. Mona and Mr. Tony.
Since we now live in a state that has only one area that reaches 806 feet in elevation, and that point is clear across the state from us, it is probably understood that we are going through fall withdrawals. We have been spoiled the past couple of years to have been able to spend a great amount of time in the quaint, little mountain town of Clayton, GA (where we still own a house), enjoy apple cider, watch the leaves turn colors, and take in the fresh, crisp air. So while we were in Georgia, we decided we were close enough to spend a day enjoying fall; buying apples, hiking through the colors, and enjoying a little bluegrass.
It is strange to think that this was our last trip home without a baby buckled into a car seat, stroller packed, and bottles pumped.
Georgetown: Broken Bridge
Athens: Lucy and Lucky
Clayton: Black Rock Mountain
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