Fall foliage not such a big deal in Florida
I was talking with my husband about how much I missed the colors of the fall season.
I miss the leaves changing colors and the harvest decorations.
I notice in Florida most people don't decorate harvest before Thanksgiving.
But I always enjoyed seeing the beautiful fall harvest decorations in Tennessee. Because I have been researching my family genealogy there I thought it would be a perfect time to take a trip to the mountains of Tennessee to get some research in.
My husband raised his eyebrows and said, "Good idea. We can take the motorcycle up to the mountains, see the season change and you can do some research."
We checked out the predicted forecast for the week and planned our foliage adventure.
The Weather Channel said it was just starting to peak and the temperatures were above normal at 72 degrees.
I thought this would be perfect for the both of us. He could get his last motorcycle ride of the year out of his system and I could work on my history. Although we've sworn off Interstate-75 in the past because of road construction and traffic jams, we decided to give it another chance.
Every time we've taken this highway through Georgia, we were stuck in 95-degree weather. At least this time, if we were stuck in traffic it would be cooler, and it was.
But of course we encountered 35 miles of crawling bumper-to-bumper traffic. Sorry all you peaches, please don't take this personally but I-75 is always on my mind before I schedule a trip. Others will side with me on this one.
After that, it was smooth sailing until the season change slapped us in the face just outside of Dalton, Ga.
It was dusk, raining and 45 degrees. I thought I was going to cry. But as we turned into the rest area to put on our rain gear, I spotted the most beautiful trees with golden leaves under the street lamp. It gave me a taste of what I hoped to see.
Being the troopers that we are, we toughed it out and arrived at our destination only three hours over schedule.
The next morning we looked out our hotel window to see the sun shining on a mountain of breathtaking foliage.
I was in my territory and finally felt as if I were home away from home.
I spent the morning at the Historical Library absorbing impatient looks from my husband who seems to have more interest in riding his motorcycle in the mountains than helping me with my family history.
I quickly finished up what I could and away we rode.
It was 46 degrees at 1 p.m., so after a quick stop at the local Wal-Mart for thermal underwear and warm scarves, we headed towards the mountains. I couldn't stop myself from snapping pictures of the burgundy, gold, and orange leaves that surrounded us.
We'll spend a few more days here in the mountains and I know this native Key West Conch man of mine will enjoy riding those twisty roads.
I also know he really hates the wool socks. I even enjoy a cool breeze every now and then, but I miss my Florida seasons already.
Florida may be flat, sandy, and sometimes unbearably warm, but it is my home.
Where else can you enjoy your coffee on the front patio every morning of the year and watch your orange trees grow?
Kathy Josenhans lives in Port Orange with her husband, Frank, and their German shepherd, Heidi, and a cat named Bogie after Humphrey Bogart. The Josenhans have three grown children. Kathy Josenhans can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.