“People always ask what there might be to do in the area,” she said. “We share a long list but they rarely do any of it.”
I see why the others just stay put, so lovely to be calm – but I forged ahead.
The Old Federal Road, a tie to the Cherokee Trail of Tears, lured me on a detour. Sort of matches the approach I recommend to Forrest Hills Mountain Resort.
Try this; it matches the Kraft family concept of relaxing. Interstate 75 north from the Atlanta airport, merge into Georgia 575. Exit at Talking Rock for Highway 136 and wind through woods and neighborhoods until you reach Georgia 52.
That gives you the Forrest Hills driveway, where calming commences.
My cabin was more than 1,000 square feet, nestled into the forest. If I wondered about neighbors, I needed to go looking. This is private.
Lie in the king-size bed with massive wooden headboard anticipating time in the hot tub through the double glass doors. Inside your room, bubbly warm, music system, three floor to ceiling windows.
Easy up and down shades if you’re shy about the birds and deer while wearing only your birthday suit.
Spacious living room with the kind of soft sofa for stretching out. Flat screen TV with a few channels. Fits the resort mood better to help yourself to some movies in the registration area.
Wooden rockers and a hanging double swing on the back porch, only forest in sight.
Two miles of walking trails into the woods easy access, and the paved roads with slight inclines allow hikes all over Forrest Hills.
Spa and horse stales too. Arrange a carriage ride or horseback, and a wagon ride with cookout.
That means steaks and chicken off the grill, horseshoe games, ping pong and pool, sand volleyball, darts and a bonfire after.