I have just finished devouring the April 2000 travel issue, and I want to thank you for the story on the Rock City barns, which brought to mind a treasured memory. You see, I grew up in the hamlet of Flintstone, Georgia, at the foot of Lookout Mountain, directly below Rock City. In 1952, when I was six years old, my father was building an addition to our house to accommodate his growing family, so money was in short supply. We could not afford a week’s stay in Florida, or anywhere else, for that matter. It looked like no vacation that year.