High Falls and Moccasin Creek State Parks

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Remnants of Old Grist Mill
April 22, 2012   We left home, last week, headed for Boone, NC.  Along the route we made our standard family visits as we headed north.  We manage to turn a 2-day drive into a 5-day trip, but since we are not really on a schedule that doesn’t matter.  Even though we have made the trek along I-75 more times than I can remember, we discovered a delightful new campground.

  High Falls State Park is located about one hour south of Atlanta and less than 
  5 minutes off of I-75.  The 1050-acre park also includes a 650-acre lake for boating and fishing, with renowned bass fishing.   There are several waterfalls along the Towaliga River, with the 135-foot High Falls being the tallest waterfall in central Georgia.  Trails through the park lead you along the river and provide lovely overviews of the falls and the remains of a grist mill, which used to operate along the river.  High Falls was a thriving little industrial town with a cotton gin, shoe factory, several stores and the mill until around 1880 when a major railroad passed it by and it suddenly became a ghost town. 

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High Falls State Park
Canoe, kayak and boat rentals allow you to get out in the lake to try your luck with the bass, even if you don’t have your own watercraft.  Yurts, with one of the best views in the park, are available for rental to visitors without camping gear.  The Falls View Restaurant, about half a mile from the park, provided lip-smacking, fresh catfish for our dinner.  In fact, the last time we had better catfish, at a restaurant, was about 25 years ago near Lake Okeechobee in Central Florida.   On that occasion, we literally saw the fisherman enter the back door with the days’ catch as we were parking.  That’s as good as catching your own, without the work. 

After a whirlwind 24-hour visit with our daughter, Nicole and her fiancé, Robert in Atlanta, we got back on the highway and headed for NE Georgia.

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Moccasin Creek State Park

Staying previously at the Moccasin Creek State Park, we were familiar with the layout of the area.   So, we returned to the same vicinity.  Alan was enamored with the fishing in the stream running along the edge of the park.  Previously, he had landed a string of trout in almost no time.  Hoping for a replay of this type of fishing action, he gathered up his fishing gear, bought his license and headed to the stream.  Unfortunately, a couple hours later he returned with one trout.  The next morning was no more productive.  Our North Carolina fishing licenses are still valid, so maybe we’ll have more luck near Boone. 

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