Detour

On my final trip to Atlanta, for the second time since I started making these trips, I missed a turn on the way down.

Why can't there just be four points like a normal intersection?

In one of the more interesting quirks of Georgia, the highway turned into a country road, then into a gravel road, then into a gravel trail, all in the course of about two tenths of a mile.

And yet, it's still in my Garmin!  Thank God.

I found myself quite glad I was driving Nikki the 4Runner, instead of The Flying Dodgeman.

It was more flooded last time.

So if you're ever in the mood for a scenic drive, punch 34.537822,-84.534175 into your GPS and hit go.

Just be sure to bring a 4x4.