I am still pleasantly surprised, after all this time on the road, that new and exciting adventures are there for the taking. We are in a section of the country, in the North Georgia mountains, called Blue Ridge. Although the hot and traffic-snarled Atlanta is only 90 miles South, this is a world away. One with orange, crimson sunsets behind gray and blue ridges of mountains. Quiet, green, lush. I have hiked many miles so far in the Aska Adventure area. We have been to several state parks, waterfalls are everywhere. Mountain laurel and rhododendrum are blooming on the trails. The Toccoa River is nearby for kayaking, tubing, and chilly toe dips. Downtown Blue Ridge has a quaint number of interesting shops, restaurants and finds. Mercier Orchard, a beautiful local farm, sells these fruit fried pies that are heaven in a crust. A quick drive to the town of McCayesville has us standing in Tennessee and Georgia at the same time. I start painting, using a small easel, on the ridge of the mountain right behind the RV. We watch every sunset. Blue Ridge Lake is close enough to hike to from the RV, with a fishing pole in hand, we look like the opening credits of the Andy Griffith show. It’s slow, small town, sweet, simple…..perfect.