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Trip Around Georgia

Easter weekend presented a problem of sorts.  The current Mrs. Blythe had Good Friday off (remember its kind of the Bible belt down here) and the following Monday off for her birthday.  If there isn't some kind of law against 2 bracketed items in a sentence there should be. 

A get-away was appealing, but where to go?  Tybee was the first choice but the Sutor's were in Northlandia.  The everglades was a possibility since it remains an undiscovered country.  Friday and Monday were still babysitting days so where to go that would be pretty, educational, reasonably cheap and quick?  

I was impressed with the Little White House when I stopped by on my way up to Northlandia on the bike three years ago.  I mentioned it as a possibility and she liked the idea.  Warm Springs, Georgia is about 6 1/2 hours from Bedlam and is the home of The Little White House, FDR's place to get the healing powers of the mineral springs and getaway.   



Can you guess what this crop is?  Hint #1:  there is very little of this grown in the U.S.  Hint #2:  you have probably used it a great deal.  Give up?  It's canola. To give you an idea of its rarity as a crop here, Europe and Canada produce 39,000 metric tons while the U.S. produces just a smidge over 1,000 mts. 






Everywhere you go in Georgia you will see these abandoned homes and buildings along the roads.  For some reason they aren't torn down.  I'm not sure why but maybe it is becasue the land isn't used for any kind of crop.  Up north tearing down an old shack will get you an extra bushel, down here it is just more scrub.  



A kind of nice looking weathered tin-sided building in some town we passed through.




There is no denying the beauty of Georgia.  Inviting, mysterious walkways inside lush pine-filled forests.  I'm not sure what other crops they have but we passed acre after acre of lumber mills and pines.



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