Sunday Funday - The Write-Up

I'm not gonna write a full article on our Sunday adventure but I will give you a little insight on our day.  It started off kinda rough.  Russell, Blake and I had planned on being at a rail park up north 400 at around 11.  Of course no one answered their phone early enough to make that.  Sucks when the only guy pumped at 9 AM is the camera guy/ACL recoveree/driver/not the guy getting to do the shredding.  Anyways, we finally left around 11:45, and that is a complete guess.  I really have no idea what time we left.  All I know is we got to the rail park and the people we were meeting weren't, and since the lock on the gate was chained and unlocked we helped ourselves to a few quick pulls on the half submerged wallride.

What seemed like nothing good could come out of actually turned into some nice riding.  Russell dropped a few quick bombs; a pressy noseslide, backlip to shuv out, and a backlip to back 90 out.  So since that turned into a 20 minute sesh instead of a full day trip we headed to Sonic to discuss out next move.  P.S. for future reference, the Sonic in Dawsonville is not a bad place to hang out...I'm just sayin.  No plans were made, just good eatin.

So we finished eating and got back on the road heading north, with only 15 miles to decide where we were going we just figured head to Helen.  Now in Helen there is mill, Nora Mill.  This mill is heavily guarded by Civilians and North Georgia Mountain Patrol People, forgot their title all of a sudden.  The mill itself still works, it currently grinds grains to make pancake mix to sell.  Pretty cool, probably would have been a good idea to get some.  The point is we had to no chance of making the drop happen until the place closed.

We had two options at this point, drive mountain trails and attempt to find a natural gap or tube the hooch in pink tubes.  Obviously we went tubing for 2 hours.  Nothing better then a nice relaxing tube ride to get you ready for a mill drop right?  Rhetorical question but the only answer is yes.  Unfortunately there were 0 hot girls on the river at the same time we were.  Oh well, we came up there on a business trip anyways.

So we finished the tubing and headed back to the mill.  Couldn't have been better timing, no one even in the parking lot except someone else snappin a few pictures of the Mill.  So we quickly unloaded the winch and got out of sight from the road.  Keep in mind you can see the drop from the road, but the winch was setup behind the mill down a hill so their really wasn't much chance of getting into trouble.  Their definitely were plenty of No Trespassing signs though, apparently it is highly frowned upon to be down there. 

Back to the winching, the whole point of the story.  So Blake had never dropped anything before, and this wasn't the safest first drop atmosphere which made him a little more nervous.  But so what, Blake didn't have a choice.  We weren't leaving until he did it, and that was final.  Russell walked it out with Blake for a while and discussed the attack plan while I got the camera gear ready. 

With no arguing Blake grabbed his board, put on his booties and started the trek walking out the handle.  5 minutes later Blake had landed his first drop, and this wasn't an easy 4 foot drop.  For one thing it was taller then Blake, which makes it about 8-9 feet tall.  Second there were plenty of "would not be fun to hit" rocks to look out for.  When I said Russell and Blake were planning an attack, it had to be precise and Blake nailed it.  So after that he dropped a few steezy pokes for the camera and we were done.  Packed it up and headed out.

All in all a great day; private rail park to pink tubes (with bottoms in them so no T-bagging) straight to Blakes first drop.  I'm gonna have to say the day couldn't have gone better.  And I apologize for the full article I said wouldn't happen.