6 September
2020
6 September
2020
Lake Oconee – was picture perfect today
6 September
2020
Second stop – lunch break
The original idea was to drive down south from Watkinsville and have lunch by at Gaby’s restaurant on Lake Oconee. But the Ritz Carlton folks would not let anybody without a reservation come in due to Covid. So, we turned around and landed up in Georgia Butts.
It was busy as heck and the food was nothing to write home about. But the weather was beautiful and the lake was even more so. There was light breeze and we sat under a tree by the lake. The staff was very friendly and almost made up for my dry burger 🙂
We had a bit of a scare when Avi’s bike could not start back up. Gave the old heave ho push downhill and it jumped back to life!
6 September
2020
First stop – coffee break
6 September
2020
Start of the long ride today
John got his new motorcycle (his 8th since I met him three years back) today. So, that made it one Yamaha (Tenere), one Kawasaki (Vulcan S) and one Honda (CTX). Start of a very enjoyable ride. Instead of hitting north Georgia, we headed out to the south east today – ultimate destination being Lake Oconee.
5 September
2020
Luscious Green
5 September
2020
Beautiful houses on Lake Rabun
5 September
2020
Beautiful Lake Rabun
5 September
2020
Minnehaha Falls
This is less of a giant waterfall and more of a series of cascades. It is like nature created a lot of consecutive steps – each about 3-4 feet high – and then let water fall over it. Looks beautiful.
We drove for about 2 hours thru some beautiful parts of rural Georgia and quite some dirt roads to reach the spot. The parking was a bit of a problem but we made it.
I understand Minnehaha means a waterfall in Dakota (a language spoken by the Sioux tribe).
4 September
2020
Friday evening relaxation
From the pen of Fana Bulandshahari. The real name of the poet was Muhammad Haneef. He was born in Bulandshahar (in Uttar Pradesh in India) and derives his second name from that. Fana was the pen name he had adopted.
“Maine maana janaab peeta hoon
Bakhuda Behisaab peeta hoon
Log logon ka khoon peete hain
Main toh phir bhi sharaab peeta hoon
Zindagi ka azaab peeta hoon
Bann ke khana-kharaab peeta hoon
Roz-e-mehshar hisaab ho na sake
Is liye behisaab peeta hoon”
Better translations welcome…
“Agreed, your honor, I am given to drinking
By God, I drink without keeping any count
But other people drink others’ blood often
I am merely given to drinking alcohol
I drink to all the torments of my life
And I drink to my own ruin
Never knew how to count to the Day of Judgment
Never thus knew how to count while drinking
