A wall of bagpipes that vibrates right through the Blue Ridge Hills.

Men the size of glacial boulders throw telephone poles farther than you can pitch a fit. It defies physics. It defies reason. It demands a sturdy pair of brogues.

A sea of crimson, emerald, and navy wool. Every man is a king in his own mind, wearing the colors of ancestors who fought the English with nothing but iron and spite.

THE SCOTTISH FESTIVAL AND HIGHLAND GAMES ARE AT THE NORTH GEORGIA FAIRGROUNDS! A favorite in these hills for decades!

By dusk, you return to the Lodge. Your boots are caked in red Georgia clay, your ears are ringing with the Piobaireachd, and you have a sudden, inexplicable urge to buy a broadsword. But instead you can relax with your thoughts of Braveheart while enjoying Fresh Local Rainbow Trout prepared Copperhead Style!

We’ll see ya here - and there!