After two days in Georgia I can say two things for sure about this state. It sparkles and definitely believes in the mathematical statement that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. The mountain here is full of quartz and mica and the sun glistens beautifully off these rocks. But the trail goes straight up the mountainside and straight down the other side. Hey Georgia! Ever hear of a switchback? Right now the wavy elevation lines in my guide book are taking on new meaning. Oh and yesterday at lunch I found out just how easy it is to fall off a log...especially when you take a seat to rest and it rrolls.