Blue Ridge, GA

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Boulder Creek Road
Since our HOA has mismanaged our fees and can't afford to mow along Boulder Creek Road, we've been able to enjoy the natural flora. The Queen Anne's Lace and these wild Black-eyed Susans don't pose any hazards to drivers. Many members can't understand why $$$ has to be wasted on mowing along the road. After all, this is a rural road with all the moguls and holes that drivers have to swerve around to avoid ruining their vehicles. The flowery show has been just beautiful this year. Such a variety of flora has attracted butterflies and allowed seeds to drop to the soil for next year's bloom. Can't wait to see the fall flower show.

Drove to Blue Ridge, GA Wednesday. Oops, these two shots are out of order. We held our breath as we watched these workers lift particle board up to the roofers. One guy removed the board from the truck and handed it up to the worker on the porch roof. (2nd picture) He swung it back and forth until he could bring it up to his roof. He lifted it over his head to the two workers on the top of the building. While the two workers struggled to pull it to their level, the other guy stood on the porch roof UNDER the particle board as it was being lifted! If they had ever lost their grip, this worker would have been decapitated!



little shops overlooking one of the patio restaurants

lots of antiques shops, boutiques, book stores, fudge shops,
Blue Ridge Scenic Railway runs along the Nantahala Gorge and is about a 2-hour ride. Brings lots of tourists into the area to spend their $$$$$$. Train doesn't run on Wednesdays so town was quiet. More fudge for me.
This is our favorite fudge shop. There are at least two others. Whatever we buy is consumed on the way home so we only buy a much as we think our pancreas can handle.
Danielle's has a wonderful menu from hot dogs to quiche, homemade desserts and breads. I had spinach quiche and a salad and Cliff had the braut with onions and red peppers. "All Fired Up" is the pottery shop to the left. I got to talking to the owner (of course) and found out with have friends in common in VA. Small world.

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