Near Kennesaw Mountain, past some old farming plantations, we find the leisurely Pigeon Hill Trail. Pigeon Hill is one of the many trails that sprinkles the area, extending onto Pigeon Mountain. On my trek, we were only able to go as far as the bridge, that has been newly restored from a rickety wooden bridge to a sturdy cement bridge:
Which was approximately 2 miles into the hike. My friend, Carusi, told me an eerie story about one of his past hikes on the trail, where he had, again, gone off the beaten path. Where he was met by a random man in the woods, whom he did not hear coming. They chatted for a minute about the weather, and then the man vanished into the autumn woods without a noise, no crackle of leaves or broken stick beneath him. Carusi could not remember how the man was dressed, but he said it was nothing extremely memorable (I was hoping he would recall a confederate uniform or something.) Perhaps, this incident is proof that that ghost stories of Kennesaw Mountain are more than just stories.
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