For our weekend in Georgia we parked our home at Stone Mountain Campground. The campground was close enough to the aquarium, decently priced for Atlanta (apparently, all things are expensive here), and I was intrigued by the beautiful mountain that apparently they decided to surround with a theme park? I can’t say I understand it anymore after staying there, but the mountain was indeed alluring.
The kids were so pleased with all the rocks to climb. Like obsessively so. Princess was plotting ways we could stay in Georgia while Tom continued to work in Alabama so they could keep playing on the rocks.
After our Aquarium adventure on Saturday we had a few hours Sunday to explore before heading back. With a limited schedule we could only pick one attraction at this natural park/theme park. Would we go on the Dinosaur adventure? Ride the Ducks? Visit the Easter Bunny?? Surprising, I’m sure, but we chose to climb the mountain of Stone Mountain.
I thought that after the overwhelming sea of people we faced the day before at the aquarium this would be good chance for peace and quiet, to disconnect. Apparently I forgot where I was. Atlanta is crowded everywhere. Parking at Kroger was brutal. The mountain was no exception. There were so. many. people. climbing. I’ve never really experience anything like it before, it felt pretty strange.
I did get a few shout outs about my babywearing though, so that always bolsters my spirits.
So, that was Stone Mountain. Unfortunately we didn’t have any time left over to explore some of the historical parts of the park to find out about the mountain, the carving (that we never saw), and when and why it became so commercialized. At least that leaves us a history lesson for next week!