July in the Blue Ridge. The air can be thick, heavy - hanging like wool over the Georgia pines. . . The relentless Southern sun draining the very marrow from your bones. You’re parched. Desperate. Retreat to the haven of The Copperhead Lodge, a sanctuary of timber and stone hidden in the hills. Inside, The Flying Trout Restaurant. Five courses. Five liquid elixirs from Reece’s Cider Co. down the road in Ellijay.

Every creation from Reece’s is a crisp, architectural triumph against the elements. It doesn’t just mask the heat; it conquers it. The sharp balance of mountain-grown fruit cuts right through the heavy atmosphere, delivering a clean, electric shock to a paralyzed palate. It’s the liquid equivalent of diving headfirst into a deep, shaded swimming hole under a roaring Appalachian waterfall.

It’s sure to be an immediate rescue from the Southern swelter. 5 courses prepared by our chef’s to compliment the fruity finery of Reece’s!