So plan B was initiated. Amicalola Falls State Park only has twenty-five spots and I called to make sure I could get in. Didn't think there would be a problem during the week but just wanted to make sure before I started the journey. Matter of fact, there was only one other camper here. When I checked in they let me know that there is a 25% grade to get to the campground. I said no problem, after all I am pulling a teardrop. They warned me once I started up the hill, don't stop. Well I got to say, I don't think I have ever driven up a 25% grade before and I don't think my 4 cylinder RAV4 liked it much but we made it to the top. Now I am sitting here in a foggy, misty night, trying out my new REI Alcove, drinking some fine Bourbon, listening to Eric Clapton and cooking dinner. Life can really be difficult at times.
