Travel review: A couple of nights away in High Falls, GA

*Note- There is only one picture, not six, above.*

GLAMPING POD at High Falls, GA *** Surprisingly, the most requested trip review I’ve ever received😳!

This excursion was kind of like riding a bicycle built for two. Some coordination and pre thought required but awfully fun and cute and simple. Made for two and only for a short time. 🚲 Which coincidentally reminds me, note, we should’ve taken our bikes! We did two nights; retrospect, we might go three just because we LOVED hanging out at the falls and, well, with Covid, it’s not like we have someplace better to go. Easy trip from anywhere in GA or beyond, really. 1 hour, 10 mins for us, coming from Middle Georgia.

The pod is precious. Plenty of standing room, clean, and a good place to basically sleep. One drawback: In the pics, it looks like it’s dropped in the middle of nowhere, highly desirable for us👏. Actually upon arrival, it’s on the outer edge of a campground and the nearest RV is a stone’s throw away. BUT, the pod patio is on the edge/woods side, and the pod is kind of high, angular, igloo like-stacked (if I’m making sense). So, grilling, listening to music, sharing a bottle of Jack on the patio, you can pretend you’re remote👍 Soon, we couldn’t be convinced we weren’t hardcore excursionists (with the amenities of home three steps away, yeah!).

Things to take: More comfy outside chairs than those provided, microwaveable sides (we took steam-bag veggies) or quick breakfasts perhaps. Bug spray. No bugs bother me because my blood type is pickle juice, but if you’re on the sweet, smell-good side, they might tote you off without spray, coils, candles, whatever you primpy or campy types use.

Things to do nearby: This gets a solid ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (Granted, I’m a gypsy spirit and Covid restrictions had me climbing the walls pre trip, so I was as easy as blackberry cobbler to impress). But truly, the scenery and quaint, laidback attractions nearby have you thinking you are somewhere farther from home. Somewhere worth killing a little downtime. I pretended I was in Colorado, so just do your thing and soak in simplicity.

Itinerary: Day 1- We left our hometown about 10 AM. Stopped in Juliette and ate lunch at Whistle Stop Cafe (met the hype. Okay, y’all do know you get the fried green maters, there, right?). If you’re the movie type, you already know the back story. If you’re the trivia type, look it up so you realize it’s more than a neat cafe. We browsed adorable shops on the Juliette strip, made friends with shop owners (this will be a prevailing theme, you’ll soon find out), got good Southerny snapshots. Checked in to our Colorado glamping pod. Unloaded by 4:30! Let’s face it; there’s not much to unload at the glamping pod. Nice.

We tend to overestimate ourselves. Decided to take the ‘long walk’ (about 10 mins, campground manager said). A cinch. Let’s go! 25 huffing-puffing mins later up, down, around Lake Jackson, we found the falls which turns out were five, mostly-flat-walking mins away on the highway. But, beautiful! Ah! So many trails and views, but we simply wanted a late-day sneak peek. Can’t say enough about the falls. Grilled out on the pod patio. Pretending I was in Colorado worked great. What a day; just what we needed. It’s all so low key and if you are serious about social distancing or off-grid experiences, you can feel like you are on a real getaway without being anxious!

Day 2: Hubby grilled sausage night before. Warmed for breakfast. Easy, slow morning in the, uhm, lower hills of Colorado. Packed sandwiches and chips for lunch at the falls. The park is lovely and a 3-min drive! They have kayaks and canoes and stuff and we’ll do that next time, but we just wanted to r-e-l-a-x. You can picnic close to the dam. Park the car right there, trash receptacles and grills there, too. Yummy! Romantic! Pretty! Sunny! Private! In fact, I just decided, we’re going back next month! There are various trails on both sides of the bridge. We loved the far side across the road from the park and dam. Spectacular views, unhindered nature, good banisters and sturdy steps if you’re not normally a hiker. Gorgeous! Relaxing! After lunch, we drove to Indian Springs. We like to think we are those touristy-type history buffs because we’ve traveled a lot, but we’re honestly amateurish. We’ll stop at a few marked points, read a few paragraphs on a sign, snap a photo, and probably opt to bust time eating the local known-for, instead. For example, we spent, eh, an hour at Hoover Dam then crashed the Hash House LVNV and ate 10,000 calories. If you’re more of the put-the-headphones-on, pay-a-guide type, you may want more time at Indian Springs. It’s got good history, a bit like Warm Springs, Roosevelt’s Little White House in western GA. We stayed, eh, an hour including the river-rock sunning, which along with the free-running well, were the highlights for us. Take an empty bottle and try the well water! Some folks brought jugs and apparently do their bottled-water shopping there for free🤷‍♀️ Mid-afternoon- We drove on to Jackson (15 mins) cuz we are spontaneous and easily entertained. Hung out with a new friend at his small, charming River’s Distillery, got the quick-version tour, enjoyed the smell (KWIM), did the tasting, bought his vodka and brandy, rocked in his rocking chairs and talked gambling-trip memories with him. Just right… Went down the street to Mesquite Mexican around 3PM for a midday snack. Good lord, get the Mesquite Special dip with nachos if you go. Sinful! Maybe don’t order the margarita pitcher so soon after the distillery, JS, but a socially-distanced good time was had by all (meaning we had the place to ourselves and were perhaps too loud). But we ate a bunch of chips, did I mention the dip, made friends with our server (we liked him, not sure he liked us) and watched the Nat hockey cup game on a flat screen in August (what? 2020 is crazy). Side note: That Jackson Bottle Shop is something to see! Feels more like something in a bigger beach town or somewhere like ATX. We didn’t need to buy alcohol, we weren’t planning to stop, but we saw the intriguing, old-style, BIG, caddy-cornered, triangular brick building, went ‘What?’ and next thing we know, we’re sending Snapchats of ourselves with ten-foot inflatable pirates and airplanes hanging from the ceiling amid rainbow stacks of ciders we’ve never heard of to our grown kids texting us, Is this at the glamping pod??? Why, yes, sort of! Don’t worry ‘bout Mommy and Daddy! Mm, k? Bye😘 Huge selection, awesome displays. We might’ve made purchases there, too, Idk😉 Evening: Chilled out/grilled out on the Colorado side of pod, (parents and small kids arrived on GA/RV side). So, music turned up on tiny Bluetooth speaker (pack that if you go). Ah! Harris Grocery kabobs on grill. Dancing, eating, drinking, heck yeah. Oh, the queen size bed in the pod is custom fitted to the opening, very cozy, nook-like, with AC above and a swivel flat screen, if you’d rather inside-chill. We stayed on our pod patio in Colorado till midnight.

Final day: Breakfast and coffee on patio for us. Then, we went to High Falls Water Park, opens at 11! It’s adorable, cheap, clean, and fun! We’re not the fancy types, so we just changed in the locker rooms afterward to head on to the next diversion on our meandering journey toward home. Which was: BBQ and looking at interesting, old farm junk at Hamlin Hills Farm in Forsyth about ten mins away. Good music blaring, scrumptious food, and like I said, cool farm junk. Made another new friend Lee, chatted about farming (well, that was mostly Nat Farmer of the Year aka my hubby Chris and the owner Lee); I was petting the dog, dancing on the empty band stage to “Hurts So Good”, and eating homemade divinity. Another fifteen-minute drive and you’re at Jarrell Plantation. Interesting history! Presented well. *Could also be visited on your first day, headed toward glamping pod, because it’s right outside Juliette, if you allow time. Evening: We planned to kill time in Macon, eat out, and do the Dueling Piano bar (hey, did you know it’s the longest bar in GA😎), but we were damp and tired. So we drove home, unpacked (let’s face it, took like 7 mins to unpack bc, you know, #Coloradopodliferocks), napped, grabbed our redheaded grown kid and her boyfriend, and we were back in Macon at the piano bar by nine with energy to spare (it would also be an easy drive FROM the pod while you’re staying there- or see a Macon Bacon game, Bass Pro, downtown dining, whatever, even if you wanted to add an extra pod night for Macon nightlife; it’s like 20 mins away). And that’s a wrap 🏕🌊 4.7 ⭐️

PS- How you know it’s 2020: I just wrote a longer review for rural RV park pod in Middle GA than I did for our 6-day Philly trip. -CC

Cover reveal!

I am thrilled to unveil the cover of my fourth published fiction book, coming soon to Amazon and Barnes & Noble in eBook and print.

RETURN, a Halloween time travel romance

From the series Islands of Legend and Love

Ian Kelly is living a grand life in Manhattan in 2020 with his wife Mawd and their children. On Halloween night, he is tossed into history and discovers Mawd is a Welsh time traveler born in the fourteenth century.

Teenage Mawd uses a spiritual summon as a last resort out of an arranged marriage. Ian appears as her solution, unrecognizable to her. If he wants to regain his future wife in modern America, Ian must lure Mawd to fall in love as teenagers while she is forced to follow the summon rules.

Ian and Mawd are separated and reunited through a series of Halloween-based time hops as they age- in an English plague village, Colonial America, the Roaring Twenties, and San Francisco’s hippy-born Summer of Love. Their experiences offer a fascinating glimpse at life in each era and will prove their love can stand the test of time or tear them apart.

***My artist sister illustrated the cover. That’s the best part! –CC

Lainey Cash by Clare Cinnamon — passionduniya’s review

BOOK IS AVAILABLE in print or eBook at Amazon and B&N.

Title: Lainey Cash Author: Clare Cinnamon Format: Kindle Rating: 4.5/5 Lainey Cash is the first book in the “From the Fifteen Thousand Times for Fifty Years” series written by the author Clare Cinnamon. The story is set in Mallard, Mississippi. The protagonist of the story is Delaina Cash aka Lainey. She is the daughter of […]

Lainey Cash by Clare Cinnamon — passionduniya

A Halloween time travel romance:


From the series Islands of Legend and Love

Ian Kelly is living a grand life in Manhattan in 2020 with his wife Mawd and their children. On Halloween night, he is tossed into history and discovers Mawd is a Welsh time traveler born in the fourteenth century.

Teenage Mawd uses a spiritual summon as a last resort out of an arranged marriage. Ian appears as her solution, unrecognizable to her. If he wants to regain his future wife in modern America, Ian must lure Mawd to fall in love as teenagers while she is forced to follow the summon rules.

Ian and Mawd are separated and reunited through a series of Halloween-based time hops as they age- in an English plague village, Colonial America, the Roaring Twenties, and San Francisco’s hippy-born Summer of Love. Their experiences offer a fascinating glimpse at life in each era and will prove their love can stand the test of time or tear them apart. 

Thank you to my amazing artist sister for collaborating on the cover illustration. Book available in print or eBook just in time for Halloween 2020! –CC

Sparkling book review of “Sunshine and Lev”


My third published romance/suspense novel, set on the South Carolina coast, is getting stellar feedback these days. Here’s the summary: 

What if you met the love of your life days after you, maybe, got pregnant by someone else?

Lonely but renowned artist Ariadne Franklin ushers in a new year with the vow of a ‘new me.’ Venturing beyond the usual confines of her beachside cottage, she lands herself in a piano bar. The creepy night that follows changes her life forever.

Days later, in walks architect Lev Porter to repair her cottage ceiling.  Breezy seafarer Lev, with a successful construction company known as LPI, Inc. and a bustling lifestyle full of intriguing friends, falls in love with Ariadne at first sight.

The artist and the architect must navigate through their strong feelings and the repercussions of her tragic night amid threats of major LPI lawsuits on the South Carolina coast.

*Special thanks to my artist sister for illustrating the compelling cover! –CC

Check out the latest review in the link!


“Sunshine and Lev” released. Here’s the introduction.


Her drawing frenzies began with crayons and doodle pads before she went to kindergarten. 

Mom and Dad weren’t married anymore. They fought it out on the front porch or in the courtroom. A ready-packed suitcase and pair of houses defined her family. Sometimes she heard, and she always felt, the undercurrents. Dissension, revenge, and later, each of them assimilating their own brand of freedom. To be responsible for her became the loss. Mom and Dad scurried through living, it seemed, punctuated by marked calendars, new people, and renewed hope, leaving her tossed on the waves of time. 

Her head surfaced occasionally. A chance to breathe, the wild distraction to save herself, hidden in a well that never ran dry: thoughts within the mind, emotions of the heart. A fate relegated to brush strokes, a child’s unnoticed drawing frenzies, a teenager’s painting outbreaks, a woman’s studio sabbaticals. Nobody used the word art, instead, a glance or comment. That’s pretty. You like to draw. Is it the ocean or the sky? 

 Ariadne Franklin, of canvases splashed in blues and greens, a mermaid darting between reality and escape, ever detected, if anyone had looked. Her bouts lasted until the waves rolled out to sea again and calm restored for a little while. The story of an artist. 

It is with immense pride that I announce: The cover was illustrated by my beautiful artist sister Betsy.

“Sunshine and Lev” is a romance/suspense novel, my third release, available in print or eBook at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.

Clare Cinnamon

LOVESCENE 2020, Final Episode

The last morning at Lake Somewhere dawned exceptionally early for Andee. She slipped out of Dansby’s bed to prepare a sunrise breakfast on the lakeshore, a twist on his preparing breakfast for her daily during the past month. Seven days since he presented her with a ring and the request that she become his girlfriend, Andee had not answered, opting for casual, fun time spent with him.

This morning, she had an answer. Orange County and Portland, a thousand miles apart. She, age 22, entered the reality love search contest for a dash of adventure and spontaneity. Dansby, age 31 and an established entrepreneur, came here because he believed there was someone who was supposed to be in his life at this point.

Dawn looked dimly golden. Andee donned a fancy black swimsuit, spread a sheet on the sand set with homemade croissants (Dan had shown her how to make them one morn in the kitchen), and waited. She lifted onto her elbows when she heard his steps. Her heart did a funny little thing. Was it the looks of him or what she planned to say?

“Good morning. I found your clues in the kitchen. This is nice.” Subdued, he seemed, although a very handsome morning man. “You’re particularly pretty at sunrise, An.” Dansby sat.

“Good morning.” Andee fed him a croissant. She nibbled one, too, no appetite. He sipped chilled fruit juice from a wineglass. The sun came up as a big orange ball. Soon, the shore would feel sweltering. “Well, Dan…” Andee patted the top of his hand. Crap, she was going to cry. “I thought I’d have more to say, but…I can’t.” Her return flight to LA, leaving in three hours. His to Portland, same terminal departure area, in four hours. “I left you a note and I can’t thank you enough for our time here.” Andee scampered from their picnic like a scolded animal.

Dansby found the promise ring he gave her atop a note on the sheet.

Dear Dan,

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. In my defense, at 22, never having really left Orange County, California, that wouldn’t take much… Still, you’re a lot to remember always, everything good and fun and right in this world. I have loved our breakfasts, I’m a killer chef now (kind of), the hot air balloon date night will probably never be topped (no matter who or where), and my favorite is when we picked the lock to the loft hideaway and danced and shared our first night together. With my whole heart, I wish you the best. An ~

Wilder lounged in a hammock near the lake. If a man could have butterflies in the belly, he did. Crazy to have that feeling since he knew he loved Paige. Any second now, she would appear and their final date at Lake Somewhere would begin. The butterflies, no doubt, born of an undeniable fact staring back at him.

He had gone all out.

 He came here to find a soulmate and hoped someone would ‘surprise the hell out of him.’ He tapped his fingers on his torso. Well, he got what he came after. The irony, Paige was indeed the type he had been set up with back home unsuccessfully. Wasn’t that just dandy? His mom, dad, siblings and close friends would get a kick out of it: That he signed up for a reality contest, traveled across the country, left the farm for a month, and came home with a music teacher from Kansas. Hopefully.

“Hello, Mr. Wisconsin.”

Wilder flipped in the hammock and barely got his feet under him. His hands went through his hair as he stood erect. “It’s about damn time, Miss Paige.” He hauled her into his arms. “You officially knocked me off my feet.” Their laughter interlaced with their tight hug. Paige’s dark hair fell away from her face as she tilted her head. “Clever.” He kissed her cleverly.

Paige skipped a breath and recovered by stepping in the direction of the paddle boat tied to a post at the dock. “I’m guessing this is next.”  Wilder roped the boat in and held the metal edge with one hand. “Good guess.” They stepped in; she sat close beside him. He glanced. “You know, you’re different.”

“That’s not what you said on our first date.” Paige took a stab at surprising the hell out of Wilder, her blue-eyed, soft-talking, superhero-size man. “I’m going to last. I fully intend to check you out in Wisconsin a month or so from now.” He grinned. She had no idea. He laughed. He took his time spreading cheese on a cracker. The cracker and cheese slid in her mouth with Wilder’s body leaning close. “My dairy farmer, you have proven you are good with your hands.”

He studied his hands. “They’re getting the job done very, very slowly.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“An observation.” With that, Wilder rowed them into a replica of date number two. “Besides ‘being good with our hands,’ we country boys know a thing or two about pastures and moonlight, walks in the woods and quilts in the grass, truck beds and homemade wine, you remember.”

Paige saw a most romantic, familiar display. Flowers and wine and fruit and a guitar and a quilt.

Wilder guided her to the quilt, sat facing her when she sat, picked up his guitar, took a deep breath, and The Beatles “Love Me Do” showed up again. With one big difference! Wilder had placed the quilt and himself directly beside a tree stump. Atop it, an open jewelry box. Afternoon light splintering through treetops revealed a shiny diamond ring. Her dairy farmer kept singing. Paige kept staring, back and forth, Wilder and The Ring. “You can get it out and try it on,” he stated during the guitar interlude. Tentatively, she reached. She modeled the ring on her hand. Perfect style, perfect fit. He set the guitar aside, face glowing. “You know I love you. I’ve told you a thousand times this week.” Both on their knees, he took her hands. “Will you be my wife, Paige Elizabeth?”

She glowed. She glanced at the ring. Perfect style, perfect fit. “I will, Wilder Luke.”

All the encouragement that Wilder needed, he kissed his future wife. Her fingers played in his hair as their lips twisted. It was an urgent kiss. “It’s going to be so much harder to leave you now, Wilder.”

“Yeah, good thing, we get an extra night.” He winked. “I mean, day.” She made a curious face. He shrugged. “And night.”

“But our flights leave…” “Tomorrow, my deal with the producers, if you said yes.” Paige beamed at her ring. “I’m glad I said yes, then.” “Me too.” They popped open a midday bottle of champagne, ate fruit, and discussed life in the real world for a few minutes. “Sounds like we’ve made the first steps toward a real-life plan.” Wilder rubbed his palms together. “I’ll be nervous as hell meeting your dad two weekends from now…”

Paige laughed softly. “I’ll set it up well. He’s gonna love you.”

Wilder stood. “Paige, there’s more.” He took her hand. “We farm boys know a little something about walks in the woods.”

“Mm, probably so.” She looked around as Wilder crouched under tree limbs and led her through a lovely forest canopy. They came out on the other side, a circular clearing fenced by more trees. “Forget being nervous in two weeks. I’m nervous now.” Wilder’s smile looked shaky. Paige stopped in her tracks. Well, my, her future hubby had gone all out. Front and center of their grassy patch tree circle was a bed plus two nightstands. Like a bedroom in the woods. Oh my.

“This will be a better date at night. It’ll be awesome how many stars we can see from this vantage point, Paige.”  Good-looking Wilder did indeed look very nervous. “I’ve put my heart, and my pride, on the line here.” He put his hands on her hips and slid them up her sides as he pulled her closer. Her heart thudded, a good thud. Everything was real; everything was right. “Spend the night with me, my fiancé?”

Paige took it in. Breath, the scent of wild things growing, the taste of champagne and fruit on her tongue, the deep emotion in Wilder’s face.  Her hands squeezed his shoulders. She nodded. “I’m all yours.” ~

The honeymoon came first, by agreement. Yes, Leo and Jace were getting married in Costa Rica in five days! The details of that, thankfully, the producers or LOVESCENE 2020 handled.

That left the lovebirds to enjoy the country’s fascinating terrain. Jace fell more in love with Leo. The hiker/kayaker/tour guide from New Mexico glided her through lush forests, intriguing and sometimes scary wildlife (monkeys, lizards, frogs, snakes, roaming free, yikes), and sunning and swimming on tropical beaches. They ziplined, they sailed and fished, they made love in their tree house suite, they crossed a narrow swinging bridge to make love again on a wooden plank positioned between two treetops, high above land, high on each other.

Their first snag occurred three days before the wedding. Jacinta’s family did not approve. She didn’t know Leo well enough; they didn’t know Leo at all, they protested. If this wedding must take place, they insisted on attending…in Miami.

The lovebirds sat quietly on the shore at sunset and sulked. Finally, Leo offered, “We’ll just wait.”

Jace shook her head. “No, this is my decision. We have the most meaningful wedding planned here and I love you.” She huffed her breath out. “If they are so determined to check us out, they can put their money where their mouths are and fly here!”

“All ten of them?” Leo frowned. Jace had a huge family and they were part of a huge family business back home, he’d learned. Suddenly, Costa Rica didn’t look so fabulous. Or Miami. He and Jace had real lives, real people who cared, real pasts, just five weeks ago. “Please,” Jace enticed before he could reply. “I doubt they show up under those conditions and they’ll realize it’s my choice.”

“On the outside chance they agree to come, I’m paying for it.”

“What? No.”

“I’ll use the contest money. There’ll still be plenty leftover and I’ll get a job in Miami soon, I’m sure. It’s a pride thing, babe.”

The sun sank on blue water. “Okay…” Jace eventually conceded. “It’s a deal, my husband-to-be in three days.” It started with a kiss; the lovebirds took advantage of dusk on their private beach by giving each other a long, lustful night.

Wedding Day arrived. So did Jace’s family, all ten of them, eh, plus one extra, for brunch with Leo and Jace. Her father proved sternest. Upon introduction, he escorted Leo to a corner of the terrace and drilled him on a beautiful patio, set with artful food and yummy mimosas, like they were, instead, one-on-one in a conference room. Then he escorted Leo back to the chatty group and a tearful Jace.  “Jacinta, if you must proceed, then it’s only fitting we introduce Leo to Chale.” Two tall, dark strangers stood toe to toe with a grim father-of-the-bride at one side. “He works in our business. He was…Jacinta’s sweetheart for many years. Since age fourteen.”

“I don’t work there, Dad,” Jacinta inserted coolly.

Leo felt needles prick his skin. Jace’s bio to enter Lake Somewhere’s contest, he recalled that she admitted on the last question, I should’ve… Married my first boyfriend. He was a sweetheart, but I wasn’t ready.

“Jacinta, you know he is part of the family to us. From the look on Leo’s face, he did not know. Now, if you two want to proceed, you’ll have our blessings. Chale, of course, would like to attend.”

“We’ll proceed,” Jace said, eyes only for Leo. “Yes, we will,” Leo concurred. He shook hands with a tense Chale. Leo did not know if they should proceed or not. So close to making Jace his forever, he’d be damned if he’d lose her to her family’s demands, or another man, so easily.

They kissed and said ‘I love you’ in front of her family after a slough of introductions. The females seized the opportunity to doll up the bride before the ceremony.

The lovebirds met at the end of a beach aisle hours later. Her family and Chale stood and watched. Leo thought his heart would explode when their minister stated, “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Tears dripped on Jace’s cheeks, his stunning bride. Leo did not know if they were happy or sad tears.

Moments later, they had a moment’s peace alone on the sand as man and wife before her family’s vulture-like descent. The first words out of his wife’s mouth after ‘I do’ were, “I’m sorry, Leo.”

The black rubber wedding ring on Leo’s hand felt odd; it’d take some getting used to. He thought of home, home being Taos, of days and nights spent on mountain trails, of carefree living. He had twenty-five thousand dollars left, no job, a plane ticket to Miami, and a new wife with a complicated life. “I’ll do my best,” he vowed. ~

The End, for now 😉

*** LOVESCENE 2020 has a been a quarantine bright spot for me! Faithful readers, I am pleased to announce there will be a novella coming out this year! Behind-the-scenes bonus excerpts from Lake Somewhere AND a final chapter apiece for Dansby & Andee, Wilder & Paige, and Leo & Jace- to reveal their lives in the real world. -Be safe. – CC