It hit me after our weekend in Ellijay that Georgia really is spoiled. One weekend we’re hiking seven miles through the mountains, watching lightning bugs dance through the trees after dark. A few hours in the opposite direction, we’re hopping on a ferry to an island with wild horses, untouched beaches, and hardly another soul in sight. We really don’t have to travel far to find somewhere that feels completely different. I’ve written a lot about beaches over the past year because, let’s be honest, I love them. Give me soft sand, salty air, and a sunset over the water, and I’m one happy mama. But lately I’ve realized I’m…