North Georgia in say...Octoberish?

Isn't that on Hwy 176 just outside of Pickens SC?
Yes sir, that would be the one. Looks like something out of an old Snuffy Smith cartoon. Not a bad little loop up 276 over Caesars Head then south on 64 then back down 178 to the place.

My wife is Northern city folk, she thought that the folk here in NC were a bunch of rednecks until she got up into the 'hillbilly nation'.

Len and the wife and I stopped in there. The old bird Miss Romaine that runs the place asked her 'which un o these fellers do you belong to?' I thought for a second that the wifes head might actually explode.
 
I ride there regularly. I was just there again today. This is such a pretty place and the roads are in good shape. Weekdays are better as far as traffic and the weekends see thousands of bikes all over. The Dragon and Cherohala Skyway are gorgeous. Lots of stellar views and the locals love us.
 
I'm heading up your way this weekend. Probably west of Chattanooga, haven't ben in that area since the 80's, do you have any road suggestions? Of course assuming I get most of Saturdays Honey Do's done this evening.
 
Sooooooo, I'm going to bump this thread since we rode a bunch of this area this past Sunday. WHAT UP HOMEY'S ?
 
Need to coalesce around a date, so folks can plan and commit. I had suggested Columbus Day weekend, and there seemed to be consensus to avoid that weekend in preference for something less crowded in latter September. Just need to settle on something.
 
B U M P, its so hard to get folks to commit to a date.
 

Joesmoe, I am intending to ride the Vision on Labor Day weekend to your neck of the woods. It would have been the Old Man's birthday so I am contemplating the run to Arlington to set with his gravesite for a bit. Its an Appalachian thing, sitting up with the dead.
 
Don't you dare come up this way without at least organising a get together. And if you want a room, then there is one here for you.
 
Oh, a southern thing. I remember the first time being invited by my girlfriend to "explore" her, as one of the few activities endorsed by her parents (her mother, really) to go out without parental supervision was during the spring rite of decoration. The small country churches, having insufficient congregation to properly observe remembrances, would cycle through, in her case, four neighboring groups that each would take the lead for a Sunday, and the other three would join that one, with no service in the local church for three of the four Sundays, (if you can picture this) and the services were conducted instead at the cemetery where graves of those remembered were decorated with flowers . . . the other cemeteries were deserted -- she picked one -- you get the picture.

Odd, she was both observant, and interested in exploring . . . a curious combination of passions.