I’ll just grab my hiking boots…

I have learned today that mountains in Georgia, are not necessarily mountains – more like hills! We spent a glorious Sunday afternoon with the Russells and Garett, hiking up Kennesaw Mountain, taking the trail from the visitor centre. It was quite a busy Saturday afternoon, but the weather and company were exceptional! 

Whilst getting parked, we were caught off guard by an unexpected b-b-bang! Obviously for us brits not really used to gunfire, we automatically assumed someone had a shot a gun. Thankfully it was a canon demonstration and reenactment taking place in the lower field. They had gentlemen dressed in civil war attire, looking like they were having a jolly, good time!

Garett led the way up the hill through the laid pavement, then onto the trail. It was quite steep in places, and both haydn and I were huffing and puffing, realising we were out of practice. The last time we did a serious walk was before I was pregnant. But at least we weren’t carrying extra baggage – poor Ronnie was carrying Ana in her new baby sack, complete with canopy – this girl is a fashionista and she doesn’t even know it yet! 


It works out that the trek is only about a mile up, but the incline does make it feel longer. However what struck me especially was the friendliness of everyone, and all the kids had great manners. Everyone says hi as they pass you, even the joggers and runners.


We got to the top and after many photos, finally settled for a while. It was perfectly stunning. The Ariel view was magnificent to observe and we could clearly see the Atlanta skyline, which was a first for us.

There were a couple of birds of prey making their presence known. One was a hawk circling around to the right of us, and he seemed fine with the sheer number of people hiking that day. So confident in fact that he landed in the tree that sheltered us from the sun. He was so close! It soon became clear his intentions were not so friendly as he made his way closer to a nest. All I can say is he’s a bird of prey – what he was doing kind of goes with his title. None the less it was a stunning bird, and I am so grateful that we witnessed him up close.


One thing we really like to do is breathe in all the beauty around us. I love being filled with the beauty of things – from birds of prey, to the city sky scrapers and beyond. This is something Rey certainly left us with was to be appreciative of the world around us. It’s lovely to pause and take note and reflect – it gives like so much more value.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” — Maya Angelou

Beauty is all around us so be present in the moment and be happy – Anne Frank