What should we do today? I know, let’s take a ride around the Okefenokee Swamp, starting on the western side of the swamp, heading north, then east, south, and finally west, back to the campground.
A few more sights around Fargo, GA. I’ve noticed that people from Fargo, GA seem to talk with a different accent then those from Fargo, ND. Uff da, ya you know, you betcha.
Driving around the Okefenokee Swamp, it’s easy to feel alone, there’s so little traffic as you drive mile after mile of tree lined roads (in a good way). No houses, no towns, no nothing, and when you get off the paved roads and onto the dirt ones, wow, that feeling is only magnified.
The one thing that you do see, the scars left from timber harvesting. Some are fresh and ongoing, while others show the stages of healing by the size of the regrowth.
As I got up around the northern end of the swamp, the road deviated away, I began to see a number of fields that looked like what I had seen the other day. Driving by one field I noticed a sign, slowing down (you can do that on the back roads), I was able to read the farm name and what was being grown, it was blueberries.
Waycross, GA was the halfway point around the swamp. It’s a town of around 14,000, and around these parts where nothing looms large, it really feels like the big city.
Did a quick drive through the downtown area. Sadly, like so many towns, the downtown and central parts of Waycross, where so much of its history lays, has been largely abandoned. If you look hard you can still see a small vestige of its history through the architecture of its buildings and homes.
What bothers me about how easy we seem to abandon our past; Our history is what makes us and keeps our culture, our identity. When we walk away from it, like bugs attracted to a bright light, running from one ‘the latest and greatest’ to the next, and so on. What does that say about our culture, our identity, hell, our future? Not much, I gather to say.
I stopped at Kroger for the first time and I was disappointed. I’ve come to really like Publix, so much so that I’m using it as my standard when comparing other stores. This Kroger reminded me of a wannabee that didn’t quite make the grade. I ended up going to Walmart.
The rest of the trip around the swamp and back to the campground was pretty much a carbon copy of the first part of the drive, it was a nice, laid back, sing along to the song on the radio ride.
Another good day, this time in the backwoods of Southeast Georgia.