I’ve been completely out of my normal exercise schedule recently. This cool weather has left me hiding under my covers and snuggling up with my husband on the couch. I’ve lost sight of the gym and forgot the joy I once received from my morning sweat session. It’s getting a lot out of control. So when my friend, Robin, asked if I wanted to go hiking on our day off, I jumped on it.
We started our morning with coffee from the Dancing Goats coffee bar. I have been eyeing this place for a while and am so glad it made our agenda. I’ve been searching for quality coffee and think I’ve found just the spot. It was a little expensive, but the wonderful tastes more than made up for it. My absolute favorite part was the outdoor seating area, more specifically, the swinging sofas. I must get one. I can picture myself indulging in a trashy book and a glass of wine, lazily swaying on my sofa swing. Christmas is around the corner.
Typically, if I go hiking, I’ll need to drive at least 45 minutes outside of the city. Which is one of the few downsides of living ITP (inside of the perimeter). With the guidance of Atlanta Magazine, we set out to do a little urban hiking and test out the trails that are close by. Giving into a guilty pleasure, the two of us car-danced to Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off as we made our way to Constitutional Lakes Park.
Fall was all around us; purple leaves covered the sidewalk path which eventually opened up into a wetland. Who would have thought that there was a marshy piece of land inside of the city? Atlanta never fails to surprise me.
After a respectable number of photos were taken, we continued on in search of the Doll’s Head trail. Just a few hundred feet away and we found the sign directing us to the trail’s beginning. That alone should have been a warning that this was going to be more than just a hike. I faintly remember Robin mentioning that this was an artsy hike but dismissed the comment out of pure incomprehension.
Quirky pieces of what I guess we could call art were scattered alongside the trail. It appears that trash that once disgraced the property had been transformed into something one could potentially appreciate. As we continued on, signs of encouragement appeared, urging hikers to re-purpose any new trash into their own pieces of art.
I was really starting to enjoy the vibe until Robin scared me. I learned the hard way why they called it Dolls’ Head trail.
The vision of this creepy looking doll’s head poking out of the stump of a tree made me scream as if an ax murderer was about to end my life. I was ready to end Robin’s in that moment. As we moved forward even stranger doll’s heads appeared but I’m not going to lie, I was really into it.
Doll’s Head Trail at Constitutional Lakes Park was like crossing the misfit toys of Toy Story with the inspirational quotes of Oprah and hiding them in a 200 acre wetland within the city of Atlanta. Almost hard to believe unless you witness it for yourself. But it was real and we have the proof. At the end of the trail, each hiker has the opportunity to leave their own personal mark. Maybe one day, if you’re lucky, you’ll find ours.