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We live in the foothills of the Appalachians in northwest Georgia. By foothills, I mean the real beginnings of the mountains before they rise into the more well-known peaks toward the state line. Even at that, there are sizable ridges and low mountains in the area. The hustle and bustle of life often causes us to forget how close they are.

Today, my wife, daughter and I, along with our two dogs, spent the better half of the afternoon meandering along trails located less than 5 miles from our house. We chose a 2-mile loop which is part of the greater trail network of the area. Just minutes away from the truck, it was very easy to forget we were so close to town and the major thoroughfare of I-75. According to the scenery around us, we could easily have been miles from civilization and deep in the wilderness.

I have always found it peaceful to be walking along a trail, crisscrossing along the rising ridges through cut-backs and gradual rises in elevation. The breeze rustles the leaves on the forest floor and causes those still attached to their branches to dance in time with the music on the air. A vulture cruising low over the treetops was the only wildlife we saw during the hike, but traces and signs of others were apparent to the diligent observer. Freshly turned earth was seen around the opening of holes leading underground, downed trees had been freshly carved into in search of grubs or other insects, fresh marks on the barks of trees from woodpeckers and bark rubbed smooth by repeated use as a “shoulder scrubber”. The scent of a skunk even briefly assaulted our senses.

There are so many things going on in the forest whether you see it actively happening or not. Besides animals and birds, the plants themselves are waking from their winter slumber and sprouting from the earth or budding in preparation for their grand reveal. Mosses are beginning to bloom and pipsissewa is more abundant. The forest floor slowly changes from its bleak winter grays to the vibrant greens of spring and summer, dotted with splashes of color as this plant or that displays its yearly canvas.

There is an overlook which is a popular resting spot. In fact, many people were there today enjoying the views and the sunshine. It is a rocky outcrop which gives a wonderful vista to the west and south of the recreation area. A nearby reservoir sparkled in the afternoon sun and a river snaked into the distance. Modern intrusions are clearly visible, but do not necessarily detract from the view. It is quite beautiful and we spent quite some time there taking pictures.

Though it did make us crave a trip up into the North Georgia Mountains or the Smokies, it was a great reminder of what we have right in our backyards. That is the essence of my intent with Under the Smoke. Get outside and enjoy it, whether it be a state or national park or community recreation area. You never know what jewel you might find in your own neighborhood.