There is a point every summer in Georgia when I am just done. Done with the humidity, done with sweating while walking from the house to the car, and definitely done with getting into a vehicle that feels like it has been preheating at 425 degrees. Then we get that first cool morning and suddenly I want coffee on a porch, a cabin in the mountains and absolutely nowhere I have to be. After our recent weekend in Ellijay, I may have entered my mountain era. We rented a cabin right on the river, hiked 7.3 miles, watched lightning bugs at night and basically let our nine year old and…