Georgia’s county roads. How can they possibly tantalize you? You have probably never driven the thousands of roads in rural Georgia. This stretch of road then would, I expect, just resemble other American country roads, shared on platforms like Facebook.
Not me. Georgia’s roads, like this one in central Georgia, some 1 hour and 35 minutes east of Atlanta, was too much fun for me. I stopped here, explored the wooded edge along the road, and discovered wildflowers new to me, and butterflies teased me to followed them into the trees, and to frustration. Pulling over the Tundra truck was no problem. Finding a parking space in Pittsburgh can be difficult at times, in my native New York City, changed that to impossible alot, just keep moving, Sir! Here just get as far off the asphalt as you can, and all, all respect that.
Reopening this view sets my curiosity into mid-gear, ’cause once again I want to see what just over the rise of the road ahead. Beds of wildflowers, working farms, tiny hamlets, youth wants to know!
Georgia, where vehicle trouble is less a concern, because whoever comes along will . . . you can take this to the bank, will stop and help. Nirvana.