This year has been an interesting one for me. Let’s just say that 2017 has presented me with lots of opportunities for growth. Don’t get me wrong, I have a wonderful life, and I am very grateful for every aspect of it, both the chuckles and the challenges. But I have found myself as this year is beginning to come to a close taking time for a lot of personal inventory. Asking myself questions like, “What am I supposed to do now?” And hearing myself say things like, “Well, that didn’t go the way I thought it would.” Midlife crisis? I dunno. Maybe. I think I thought I was too young for that, and that really that only happened to men, but of course neither of those statements are true. We all have to reevaluate ourselves from time to time if we have any hope of making any real progress in life.
So, for the last week or so I have kind of put the breaks on a lot of things in my life. Not permanently, but just long enough for me to slow down and think more clearly. But just because I said, “Whoa, Nellie” on certain aspects of my life did not mean that the blows quit coming. A client who will not forgive me. Difficulty and hurt in a relationship in my family. Watching someone I care about struggle, and knowing there is nothing I can do. Making another really big, really embarrassing mistake. And then there was the trip to Utah.
That I am not on.
When this trip was scheduled, I was anticipating having a very different list of things on my plate, and I knew that I really couldn’t take the time to go out west with my husband for a long weekend and camping and hunting trip with the family. A few weeks ago it became obvious that things were changing and that I really did have time to go, but I also knew that plane tickets are pricy, and we really do plan those kinds of things pretty far in advance in order to keep our costs as low as possible. It was just too late.
Dropping Jeff and a friend off at the airport was feeling a lot like salt being rubbed into the wound that has been 2017, but I am pretty much over that crap. No, I was not happy about missing out on a chance to see kids, grandkids, in-laws, nieces and nephews. No, I was not happy about missing out on clear, cool mountain air, campfire smells, dutch oven cooking and more stars than I used to think it was possible to see in one night. But there are lots of things to love right here in my own backyard. Lots of things things to counteract salt, and bind up a wound.
Doughnut Dollies is my most favorite donut shop ever. It is also 46 miles from my house. Obviously, I can’t make a trip to Marietta, GA every day or even every week just for my beloved donuts, but I can once in awhile. We live south of Atlanta, and south of the airport, so I began my trek north for the day. I went straight to Doughnut Dollies from the airport, and I couldn’t have been happier about it.
Like I said on Instagram, caramel goes pretty dang well with salt, and even better on a donut, so a salted caramel donut it was. And an orange gingerbread one for the road. I know the question begs to be asked, “Why is Doughnut Dollies the best?” I love their hip, crafty and creative takes on my favorite pastry, and the shop itself is an absolute delight, but really the reason I love them so is the texture. I love bread. Soft, fluffy white bread. These donuts are much more bread-like than most donuts, and I love that the donut itself doesn’t seem to be as sweet as others. The sweet seems to be more in the add-ons, and I just really like the balance. (This may also explain why I hate Krispy Kreme donuts, especially when they are hot. It’s like just eating fried sugar. Bleh.) Plus, the peeps that work at Dollie’s are really nice, so that’s always a plus.
From Marietta, I decided to keep heading north. This weekend is the Georgia Apple Festival in Ellijay, and Gold Rush Days in Dahlonega. The weather is beautiful and finally starting to be a little bit cooler and drier, which around here is nothing but good news and puts a lot of people in a good mood and stirs up a desire to head to our version of the mountains. A lot of people. Knowing that this weekend is festival weekend up north, I also knew that it meant the apples are in, and it’s time to make applesauce, but I wanted to get up there before the crowds. So, I plugged in Sybil and headed up the highway.
From the Atlanta area, I just take I-75 north to I-575, and stay on it until it ends and becomes GA-515. The first apple places you come to in Ellijay are on the right, Panorama and Penland’s. I have to be honest, I always stop here, but it’s not really usually to buy apples. My husband’s favorite hot sauce comes from this place, and they don’t take phone orders and they don’t ship. So I stock up on it, and a few other gift items for the holidays. I did buy a peck of Arkansas Black, and of course, some apple cider donuts. They are my second favorites behind Doughnut Dollies. Every time I go there I am greeted by busloads of seniors headed to Ellijay for the day, and quite honestly, I think that is their biggest clientele. I don’t have any opinions about Penland’s, as quite honestly I’ve never been there. I just get what I come for at Panorama, and then move along.
I keep going north on GA-515, then turn right on GA-52. This is where the majority of the apple markets and farms are located. There are little bitty, no fuss places like Hudson’s Apple House, and there are larger markets complete with petting farms and hayrides like Hillcrest Orchards, and there are several in between. It really just depends on what you are looking for. When my kids were younger, we went to the bigger places more often because there is a bit of tourism and fun about it, but nowadays I really am just going for the apples. I realized on my drive up that it was the first time that I had ever made the drive without my family. It made me a little sad, but then I gloried in the fact that I could do what I wanted without worrying about this or that, and I got over it quick. Apparently that’s the name of the game.
I love Hudson’s Apple House. It might be my favorite stop of all. It is small, and located in what looks to be an old service station. The family is lovely, and I always like to visit with them. There’s no fuss. Just apples. And kindness. I wanted a tart, hard apple, but not just a Granny Smith, so she offered for me to try a Pippin, which was delightful. If my family and other close friends are reading this post, they are probably laughing at that pic of the partially eaten apple. I hate biting into food like that because I feel like I get it all over my face and I’m sticky and dirty and need a shower. But, she wanted me to try it before I bought it, so I did, and I loved it, but I was really glad I had wipes in the car.
My other favorite on Ga-52 is the B.J. Reece Apple House. It is one of the bigger places, and is a little touristy, but seriously has a really great selection of apples. I think you can also pick your own here, and they may have hayrides and things like that, but I don’t really pay any attention to it. I’m just there for some serious apple shopping, a jug of peach cider, and maybe some produce. I didn’t buy as much as I usually do this year, something I will explain in another post, but I did pick up some Braeburn apples, which I am looking forward to using.
If I had the kids with me, I would have continued on southeast on GA-52 and gone to Burt’s Farm. I took the kids there many times when they were younger to pick out a pumpkin, or just to take photos with the rows and rows of pumpkins of every size and color. When they were very small, it wasn’t as well known, and it was easy to park, and there weren’t a lot of crowds to contend with. It is still gorgeous. and lots of fun, but it is also a popular destination for school field trips, and is often packed with people at this time of year. I did debate about going over to Amicalola Falls just past Burt’s Farm to climb the stairs by the falls, just to see if I could do it and not feel like I was dying like I did the last time, but I opted for a different route. I still think I might go back up sometime this fall. I feel those stairs challenging me.
Instead, where GA-52 takes a sharp left to head towards Burt’s and the falls, I turned right onto GA-183 and followed Sybil’s directions back south and into Atlanta. When I got to Intown Quilters I shared apple cider donut and apple joy with Sarah and the crew, and they shared fabric and fiber joy with me. It lifts my spirits so much to be with creative friends and talk about our passions. I love this shop, and it’s crew. I never leave there empty handed or without inspiration, and yesterday was no exception. We laughed and chatted, and even disagreed, and in the end I left with both my hands and my heart filled. It was a good day.
Even though 2017 and I have been battling it out, I know that in the end I will prevail. I’m totally watching fireworks on New Year’s Eve this year because while 2017 is going down in flames, I will live on. This year may have beaten me up a bit, but I’ve lived long enough to know that bruises heal, even the ego type. It is just a matter of time, and as my husband says, learning how to fall so maybe next time there are no bruises, or at least smaller ones that heal faster.