Our first adventure back home in Georgia was driving up to Helen and going tubing. Helen is a town that the locals have tried to make into a Swiss tourist attraction--a redneck version of Midway, Utah. Just skirting the edge of town is a small portion of the Chattahoochee River where they have tubing rides set up.
We piled Curtis/FaFa/Dad, Uncle Cedric, Uncle Craig, Aunt Jaclyn, Cousin Jarom, Cousin Cristen, and the two Haycocks into "Big Mama" and drove an hour Northeast to Helen. The complete trip is commonly referred to as "To Hel-en back".
The day was rather cool and overcast and the water was pretty cold. But keeping warm wasn't a problem since at least one of the eight family members was trying to chase after your tube and toss a large rock in or throw an even larger rock in your vicinity to splash cold river water on you or simply tip you out. I was the victim of a secret combination collaberated by Josh and FaFa. They ambushed me and threw me out of my tube, disrupting my peaceful float down "the Hooch". Soaking wet and freezing--I was mad. FaFa said that I got what I deserved but I don't seem to remember why....
After we all met up again, we joined Josh on his traditional visit to Granny's Famous Funnel Cakes. They're often the best part about visiting Helen.
You could say "Cool and the Gang."
Josh's cute face.
Getting ready to head down the river.
Dad posing with "the Granny."
Can't go wrong with a paper plate overshadowed by a large funnel cake of greasy goodness piled with syrupy strawberries and half a quart of whipped cream mountained on top.
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