Sunday: 6 January 2008
On the trip down, on the 27th, I took at least 200 photos of our beautiful Georgia countryside and thought today I would share some of them with you. Admittedly few places look good in winter, especially right off main roads, but central and southeast inland Georgia occupies a superlative in that category.
I’ve skipped some of the opportunities closer to home, and we’re about 100 miles south of Athens now, close to Milledgeville, one of Georgia’s several serial capital cities. We came close to having one of these motocross pop up in Wolfskin a few years back. Our complaints about noise and environmental destruction *just* managed to trump the family values arguments for it.
“Mud boggin”, if you’re not familiar with it, is where you give your child a brand new truck and let him destroy it. In Georgia that’s an important lesson in life.
Someone didn’t like the tops of these trees. In Georgia, if you don’t like the tops of trees, you just cut them off. Never mind how you get up there, just do it.
Odd geological formation. Or else someone didn’t like the top of the land, so they cut it off. Mostly.
We’re nearly halfway to the coast now, along Interstate I-16. You have to watch out for oncoming vehicles on the interstate in Georgia. It’s the simple things down here that make life so interesting.
Just off I-16, outside of Lyons (pronounced “lions”), yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus, but it’s not in Virginia.
It’s in Georgia, and it has its own “Minit Mart”, which we did not stop at, and its own jail, befitting its speed trap status. That phone number is surely a bonding company.
Things degrade rapidly in Georgia. The corpses of old buildings tell you we’re in Toombs County, about halfway down Hway 1 toward Baxley.
Mutant trees and belching clouds of steam warn us that we’re nearing the Hatch Nuclear Plant. The sharp stakes in the road are for... what? Some unwary terrorist was surprised to encounter them, so I guess they work.
Just outside of Baxley, "Georgia’s Nuclear City", is this fine corporate establishment - the Toombs Corporate Center. The windows you see in the top right panel are the only ones in this enormous building set enchantingly into a wasted countryside.
Easily the scariest thing in 300 miles.
“Please pardon our progress.”
I admit I love fire towers. I missed one outside of Watkinsville, but I did get these two. The first is outside of Odom, on Hway 341, and the second is just before arriving in Brunswick.
How could our trip be complete without an expression of patriotism? This was one of several to be found along Hway 341 between Baxley and Brunswick. Yes, that’s the old Georgia flag (1956) atop, and the confederate flag below. These expressions of a love of heritage are important around here, and that would be why the US Flag is nowhere to be seen.
This family can’t decide whether to vote for Barack HUSSEIN Obama or Hitlery.
I hope you enjoyed our little trip through Georgia, and aren’t too afraid to come back someday!
I’ve skipped some of the opportunities closer to home, and we’re about 100 miles south of Athens now, close to Milledgeville, one of Georgia’s several serial capital cities. We came close to having one of these motocross pop up in Wolfskin a few years back. Our complaints about noise and environmental destruction *just* managed to trump the family values arguments for it.
“Mud boggin”, if you’re not familiar with it, is where you give your child a brand new truck and let him destroy it. In Georgia that’s an important lesson in life.
Someone didn’t like the tops of these trees. In Georgia, if you don’t like the tops of trees, you just cut them off. Never mind how you get up there, just do it.
Odd geological formation. Or else someone didn’t like the top of the land, so they cut it off. Mostly.
We’re nearly halfway to the coast now, along Interstate I-16. You have to watch out for oncoming vehicles on the interstate in Georgia. It’s the simple things down here that make life so interesting.
Just off I-16, outside of Lyons (pronounced “lions”), yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus, but it’s not in Virginia.
It’s in Georgia, and it has its own “Minit Mart”, which we did not stop at, and its own jail, befitting its speed trap status. That phone number is surely a bonding company.
Things degrade rapidly in Georgia. The corpses of old buildings tell you we’re in Toombs County, about halfway down Hway 1 toward Baxley.
Mutant trees and belching clouds of steam warn us that we’re nearing the Hatch Nuclear Plant. The sharp stakes in the road are for... what? Some unwary terrorist was surprised to encounter them, so I guess they work.
Just outside of Baxley, "Georgia’s Nuclear City", is this fine corporate establishment - the Toombs Corporate Center. The windows you see in the top right panel are the only ones in this enormous building set enchantingly into a wasted countryside.
Easily the scariest thing in 300 miles.
“Please pardon our progress.”
I admit I love fire towers. I missed one outside of Watkinsville, but I did get these two. The first is outside of Odom, on Hway 341, and the second is just before arriving in Brunswick.
How could our trip be complete without an expression of patriotism? This was one of several to be found along Hway 341 between Baxley and Brunswick. Yes, that’s the old Georgia flag (1956) atop, and the confederate flag below. These expressions of a love of heritage are important around here, and that would be why the US Flag is nowhere to be seen.
This family can’t decide whether to vote for Barack HUSSEIN Obama or Hitlery.
I hope you enjoyed our little trip through Georgia, and aren’t too afraid to come back someday!
