You know you’re on a trip when you have so many pictures to sort through that you have to split up the daily recaps to avoid 10,763 images in one post. ;)
(Or is that just me??? Just me. Okie dokie.)
Anhwho...half of our 4th was all about the race (woohoo!) and the other half was all about...
Stone Mountain!
(And all of it was about sweating profusely, ha).
Quick (‘cause I’m still on vacay) background:
Stone Mountain National Park is pretty coolio. Just outside of Atlanta, it’s over 3,000 acres, and the main attraction is the giant, quartz dome that depicts a confederate carving that’s apparently larger than Mount Rushmore’s.
Stone Mountain is definitely known for its laser light show and fireworks—and not just on the 4th. But it has oodles of other things to do (train rides, a sky ride, ropes courses, splash parks, playgrounds, and on and on and on).
You could absolutely spend all day there, but after such a busy and walking-filled 36 hours, we arrived around 5 pm (along with 100,000 other peeps to see fireworks), so we managed just the main event of taking the sky ride to the top of the dome.
Now, I should totally add that Stone Mountain definitely features heavily in my childhood summer memories category. And older bro and I even got to return as part of a church trip during our teenage years. But the sky ride is a new addition since then, so it was a fun and really beautiful thing to do, if we only had one shot at a main attraction!
Soooooo much more I could say—but, again, vacay—so I’ll just add that this second half of our day brought our total walking tally for this 4th of July to over TEN MILES.
No joke. 10.1 miles, in total.
So we were wiped and hot and soaked and pretty exhausted by the time will made it to bed after 1 am.
More later about the second half of this vacation that we launched into today!
For now...oodles and gobs and oodles of pics!
Over and out.
This was Little Man’s I’m-very-serious-about-protecting-Mama face, ha. He knows I’m afraid of heights and was snuggle-protecting me. :)
A few last thoughts for this pic-filled post:
It’s hard to believe, but this was the hubby and I’s first time m in eight years to see fireworks on the 4th of July.
Because Chica was born the week before July 4th, and this was the first year since we starting having kiddos that we’ve been able to pull it off.
Obviously, fireworks involve such a late night, and our back-to-back-to-back kiddos have been so young in rotations until now, and we wanted to see them together, as a family.
When looking back, I know it will be super special that we saw them at Stone Mountain, but it definitely made for a looooong evening. Because the car was soooo far away from the viewing areas, the traffic getting out of the park was pretty insane, and—perhaps, most notably—Stone Mountain is really known for its laser show, which went on for 45 minutes before any fireworks.
So...to sum up: when we decide to go all in, apparently we go ALL IN, with fireworks that don’t even begin until 10:30 pm, a lengthy exit and ride home and a bedtime way after midnight (that’s about five hours LATE for my kiddos), ha.
They’ve handled it like champs, but it definitely wouldn’t have been possible to pull this off before this year!
So...yay, for memories—even the ones that you have to fully commit to, in order to make happen. :)
Okay, now really...over and out.
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