The signs before this said:
"Don't overtake on a slope
unless you have a periscope."
At Social Circle I started seeing restored antebellum houses like this
one.
It took me a while to find my way out of Social Circle because of a
detour. From there on the route pretty much followed the railroad.
My g-g-g-g-grandfather Joseph Bartholomew helped wreck this railroad
as part of Sherman's army. I guess it didn't stay wrecked.
I call this "Wagon Under a Tree." It's a wagon, under a tree, in a
field.
I ate lunch at the Caboose in Rutledge.
People keep telling me it's hot, but
I've almost stopped noticing. It seems cooler than it's been before.
Ninety degrees just ain't what it was two weeks ago.
An odd juxtaposition of images. Are bicycles the detection devices? Or
are they
using the mysterious devices to check the speed of bicycles? Can that
explain my slowness?
Madison, Georgia is a beautiful city. So beautiful, it is said, that
General Sherman couldn't burn it. Actually, Sherman didn't actually
destroy very many towns--just the railroad facilities--but he wouldn't
have burned
Madison anyway because it was the home of a pro-Union senator.
Madison is known for its many antebellum homes--like this one.
And this one.
This is the city common. It dates all the way back to 2004. That's the
James Madison Hotel in the background. I should have stayed there
instead of the Comfort Inn.
The fantastic Morgan Covnty Covrt Hovse.
And Oliver Hardy lived here for a few years as a child. It's a reach.
I wish I had stayed downtown where there are many nice restaurants.
Instead I settled for dinner at the Cracker Barrel topped with a
McDonald's shake and a beer that I bought at a gas station. Next time
I'll do better.