This was my first trip to the Highlands and suffice to say it did not disapoint. The mountains were beautiful, the weather was in the 70's and the shopping was splendid!
It was a small town that definitely had that southern charm "Steel Magnolia's" feel. Loved it!
Charlee and I at the very tip of the mountain. C was enthralled and thoroughly enjoyed the trip. He loves to hike and see anything new.
This was when we stopped at Tallulah Gorge which is still in Georgia on the way up. The Tallulah Gorge is a gorge that is formed by the Tallulah River cutting through the Tallulah Dome rock formation. The gorge is approximately 2 miles long and features rocky cliffs up to 1,000 feet high. C kept trying to go past the fence to see the bottom. He's my little adventurer!
View of the Highlands from the tip...
We stopped to see Dry Falls which is a 65 foot waterfall in the Highlands on the way into the town.
The neat part about this waterfall was that you actually walk down under it and take pictures. C did not know what to think. I tried to capture his picture when he first saw it but I was not able to get my camera out in time. Needless to say it was like Christmas morning in his big brown eyes!
Disregard his bad homegrown "hair cut." He has allergies and has been on steriods the past couple of weeks to fight them and the poor little guy gets hot!
Saturday afternoon we were walking on Main Street and this beautiful but very sick dog came out of nowhere and begin to sniff Charlee and follow us down the street. The poor little thing looked like he had mange and was starving. He had a collar on and he kept following us and I knew we just couldn't leave him to fend for himself. I don't know why but this kind of thing seems to happen to me all.the.time. It's like stray animals know that I'm always willing to help.
So we stopped at the Ace Hardware store to get him food + water and the wonderful employees helped us look at the tag on his collar to call the owners. Of course the owners said they didn't own a dog and so I began calling the humane society, shelters and finally we had to call the neighboring county's animal control to pick him up. You could tell he was scared to death because he was nipping at people when they tried to pet him. Had he not been so aggressive and us not being in a convertible car I would have just packed him up and taken him home to Atlanta. I kept praying that the good Lord would help him get a good home and second chance at life. You can't save them all but you do what you can to help.
I kept telling Charlee when we got home what a lucky dog he was.










