Severely oppressed by the never ending stream of assignments, tests and projects, the Resident Bureaucrat's classmates decided to take a mental health day with a hike up Stone Mountain. Here, we were at the steepest point of the climb. Just minutes earlier, we saw a kid bounding down this slope at breakneck speed, while we adults clung on to the railings with a death grip. Tsk tsk, kids don't know the meaning of death.
Steep climb nonetheless, we made it all the way up to the top, to see... more stone. Well, it is called Stone Mountain, after all.
At the bottom of the hill was a nice Southern restaurant with serving staff dressed in antebellum costumes. Here, the waitress was serving us hand-tossed rolls, which were literally tossed to the diner. It was all nice and warm and soft and buttery.
Mmm, comfort food.