A bare granite dome rises out of the pines east of town, and from the top of Stone Mountain the skyline pokes through a green sea. The city sits on a high ridge in the Appalachian foothills, where rain on one side drains to the Atlantic and on the other to the Gulf.
Down off the ridge, the BeltLine trail links old warehouse districts, Little Five Points keeps its offbeat streak, and Sweet Auburn holds the story of Martin Luther King Jr. close. Summers are hot and humid, winters mild, with rain in every season. A Local Friend can pull up a chair with you at a wing counter you would never have found alone.
