So I took a blogging hiatus last week. For any of you that noticed...thanks for noticing. For everyone else, let's just dive right in, shall we?
If you have have been with us for the last couple of months, you know that we have been exploring our new home and all of the amenities that it is affording us. Waterfalls, lakes, and mountain views have filled our weekends since we moved to north Georgia and we couldn't be more pleased with all that we have found. One such weekend, we decided to check out Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield Park. Being lovers of history, Craig and I were excited to see some Civil War battlegrounds. Being parents to a four year old boy, we were excited that Canon could run and play to his heart's content across the almost 3000 acres of land, and then pass out early that evening. At least some of that actually happened.
When we arrived at the park, we actually found that the 150th battle anniversary was being commemorated on that day. How lucky were we?! There were actual cannons being fired, battles being reenacted, and soldiers remembered that lost their lives in the battle for Atlanta. No, we actually did not know that festivities were going on. Yes, we are apparently that clueless as to our surroundings.
We began our hike where most do...at the beginning. Canon was our guide, and so naturally, had to read the map to find our way.
I included the photo of this fawn below, not because it is a good photo, but to tell you a little story about it. You see, as we were hiking through this beautiful stretch of land, we came upon a large group of people all crowding around this little guy. His legs were so shaky that it was quite apparent that he had JUST been brought into this world. He had somehow made his way down the hill and away from his mother where folks gathered to gawk at him and generally scare the mess out of him. As he tried to get away, people just followed closer. One middle-aged man then took it upon himself to "guide" the fawn back to his mother by bumping him with a stick in order to turn him around. WITH A STICK.
Let me just say that, for the record, if I ever see this happen again I will not keep my mouth shut. It infuriates me to no end that people think that they know so much better than nature what should happen. Fawns have been coming into this world since the dawn of deer and have always managed to do just fine without our "help". So please for the love of all things holy, do NOT try to "help" animals when they are not in danger. I can assure you that on this national park land, there is no danger to these animals other than stupid people doing stupid things like nudging them with sticks to send them the way they "ought to go". I mean, seriously?!
Craig and I both were ashamed of ourselves for not saying anything, especially since Canon wouldn't stop talking about "that guy hitting the baby deer with the stick". Why didn't we saying anything?! I still haven't figured that one out.
Ok, moving on. Once we made it to an upper level of the mountain, though still only about halfway to the summit, we could see Atlanta's skyline. It was really a lovely site to behold.
We had to play on ever single boulder that we came across. And by "we" I mean Canon. And Craig.
"Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba, Sithi uhm ingonyama...It's the circle of life!"
Funny Face Canon strikes again! This jester was so excited to climb and jump and run and play that every picture I took involved him being silly in some way.
Aside from the fawn incident, we had a fantastic time on this trail. In fact, we loved the park so much that we have been back a few times since this initial trip. Also, Craig has been running here. Since it is only about 7 minutes from our house, this is quickly becoming one of our favorite places.
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