We were up (not) bright and early on day three of our summer vacation to head to Atlanta for a Braves game. Going through Chattanooga, I discovered that I’m terrified of driving through mountains, even small ones, especially when there are runaway truck ramps on the side of the road!

I also learned that the traffic in Atlanta is horrendous, the name “Hotlanta” is well-deserved, and there is an appalling lack of Braves fans at Turner Field. It was still fun seeing a new ball park, however, and Chickadee loved that the Chick-fil-A cow did the Tomahawk Chop with the crowd!

After the game, it was time to get back in the car, and head to our featured destination, Charleston, SC. It seemed like we’d never get there, but we finally arrived at our hotel, and even had time for a quick swim in the hotel pool before crashing!