So at just about the 24 hour mark we were here, Amicalola Falls. As a single young adult, I once mocked the rubberized and fenced hike to the falls. Apparently, the world revolved around my needs.
I wouldn’t say I’ve experienced any life shattering peace, but I’ve relaxed, meaning I’m nicer and more patient with Zoya. The previous few days it had been a toss up between her trouble listening and obeying right away and my impatience.
When I checked my calendar and saw the work emails that had rolled in over the weekend, I was able to ask needed questions and then deal with them in a later 30 minute pocket of time with a little less consuming concern than normal.
I also completely rethought how I live life in Atlanta. Why do we not make it our normal to come to the mountains every weekend? This lunch spot is just over an hour from my home.
Hmmmm, so this is my baby step towards camping. The thought was, I would try this climate controlled, insect controlled location first, then maybe a more rustic treehouse style trip, then we could actually camp. The jury is still out. We may be big window lodge people, but for cost reasons especially, I’m hoping camping wins.