A cold 30 degrees in the Park this morning. Leaving the heater behind, I tramped into an edgy wind, one blithely indifferent to jacket, gloves, sox, and all good intentions. My chilly toes cried out, “there’s no hiding place, there’s no hiding place down here,” apparently referring to sentiments in an Old Carter Family song by that name. (All my toes are old enough to remember such things.) Swept along thru the forest, the meander passed by Snow Mountain, currently under construction to receive the rush of holiday visitors anxious to witness and experience the ‘real stuff’ way down south in Georgia.

©131124-006 Snow Mountain
Stone Mountain Park
Sunday 24 November 2013