When a “wrong” turn is the “right” turn…
When a wrong turn is the right turn…
With my stay at Pine Mountain over, I decided to continue my journey through Georgia and on to another GA State Park. After all, I had a GA State Park pass that had some nice benefits. Georgia Veterans SP looked like a good place to spend some time getting used to the RV life.
You could say I was a little anxious about hitting the road again—I know Yancey did a great job but I was feeling a little snake bit so being on an interstate meant more services if I encountered some problems.
Well, as luck would have it I missed a turn and ended up off track…but, it turned out for the best! I found myself re-routing myself through Columbus GA on the two lane roads I was supposed to be on in this journey.
What a nice drive it turned out to be…
Leaving Columbus I picked Victory Drive/US-280 and found myself cruising through Fort Benning
Wow—a first hand look, up close and personal ( OK-so only from an RV driver seat) of the muscle and might of the U.S. Army – I was able to see row after row of tanks and other armored vehicles and lines and lines of personnel in formation as well as working on the vehicles…pretty amazing stuff – and, some synchronicity at work (?) given that I was headed for GA Vets SP!!
The route continued southeast through small, rural Georgia. The countryside was beautiful. With the weather clear, the red GA clay soil and brilliant blue sky and new spring green was a virtual RGB color wheel to this photographer’s eye – OK, kind of geeky but it’s the thought that came to mind.
I rolled through small GA towns – sadly some virtual ghost towns – Jamestown, Zellobee, Walls Crossing…as well as towns with history like Americus GA and Plains GA
I was very glad I missed that turn – I kept thinking what a great country I was witnessing – the might of the U.S. Army combined with small town America and the beauty of the landscape seemed like the right combination on this leg of the journey to remind me why I was here –
“On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue. Now even the colors are changing. But in those brevities just before dawn and a little after dusk –times neither day nor night – the old roads return to the sky some of its color… and it’s that time when the pull of the blue highway is strongest, when the open road is beckoning…”
from the preface to “Blue Highways – A Journey Into America”
by William Least Heat-Moon
On a more practical note –and I tend to be the practical sort too often — maybe it was time to open that fancy new RV GPS unit I had – sitting in its box in the bedroom—lot of good it was doing there….
See you down the road….