Pine Mountain

On a particularly dreary Sunday morning, I was less than ecstatic about getting out of bed and venturing into the misty, sprinkling woods. After meeting Ashley for a steaming cup of coffee, we lent our blankets to the cats in favor of chilling mountain air. The best way I can describe Pine Mountain is a combination of Narnia with Sleepy Hollow.

The rocks were huge and purple, while the trees stood mostly barren except for layers of light green moss. Leaves covered the ground, hiding sticks and rocks forcing us to be overly cautious on the trails.

Ashley wanted to hike the whole trail, which equaled approximately 4 miles, up the eastern side, then down the western side, back up the other side (at this point I was lost), around some rocks,past a tree, then up to the peak, and back down to the beginning. The peaks and rocks had awesome Native American names, which I, unfortunately, cannot recall. Being used to the worn paths of Kennesaw Mountain, this hike seemed like uncharted territories. It was comforting to see fellow hikers who were probably the nicest people I have ever had the pleasure of passing. Perhaps it’s the fresh air, or Cartersville is the most pleasant city in America. This hike was certainly strenuous, and even though it was approximately 50 degrees outside Ashley and I had stripped down to the bare necessities. But the view from the top was worth it.

I’m afraid this picture does not do it much justice, because it was like standing on the top of the world. After, our picnic of bananas and fruit snacks, we began the slow decent homeward.