It's been a couple months since I shot a newspaper assignment. I forgot that getting up early Saturday morning to roam around the woods in search of air potatoes isn't so bad after all. Air potatoes are invasive in Florida, and apparently locals care enough to bring their families out to collect and trash them.
I was able to meet up with some of my closest friends after Christmas. We wandered around northern Georgia, the start of Appalachia. It's amazing how quickly the mountains rise up from the straight, flat asphalt. Blood Mountain was our home for a good part of the week, bringing us that wet freezing chill, constant fog and mist, and home-mashed hot apple cider.