Amicalola Gate, April 5
The park entrance to Amicalola. I had spent a few days at Scott's place, and then caught up with my friend Rani in downtown Atlanta. She had driven us up I-75 and Rt 61 early in the crisp spring morning. Along the way, we were humbled by the tornado paths that had cut across pastures and the highway south of Fairmount.
A violent collection of thunderstorms and twisters had ravaged Alabama and Georgia nine days prior (Palm Sunday). This morning was mostly sunny, cool and a delightful morning drive, 'though a good bit further from downtown Atlanta than we expected.