Author: brookshouse

Finding no place to eat or use the bathroom. Nothing but miles upon miles of trees. Cooper and I ended up at a private biker bar called “The Last Chance.”

Making memories!

As surreal as it was, the folks were extremely hospitable and very welcoming.

We left a generous tip for our chicken tenders and French fries and headed on to Oconee State Park. Made it through the gate with 15 min to spare!

Robin and I decided to just take our own.

Shelby “Walk for Hope.”