We had barely rejoined the preplanned route when we experienced our first
computer melt-down. By the time everything was restarted, we had missed a
turn and were several miles off course. Chris has quickly mastered the
"On Board Navigation System" and soon had us on the proper
heading.
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Eighty years of urban growth have left very little to connect with the
1920 drive in Marietta or Atlanta. In Atlanta, we missed a semi-planned
connection with fellow Corvette dude, Chaz, (and the gracious offer of a
free adult beverage) through lack of attention to the telephone. That
made finding this unpaved stretch of railroad hugging roadway extra
welcome. This section of the Old Griffin Road has been graded, graveled,
and widened but some of the flavor of early inter-state travel remains.
There were a number of newer houses along the road and I suspect it will
not be unpaved for long.
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It may not look all that significant but, for us, this road sign marks
one of the days highlights. Granny mentioned being on "the finest
roads I ever saw" when they encountered the National Highway near
Fort Valley. I had checked a few maps but had not turned up anything
promising in the vicinity. We spotted an Old Vienna Road marker near the
community of Henderson and Chris quickly checked to see if this still
reached Vienna. Not only did this lead to our next target, on the way
there, it became the "Old National" road. Although no longer
bearing its original name near Fort Valley, we had found a little piece
of the road that had so impressed the travelers of 1920. It was along
this road that we saw the first "ripe" cotton of the trip.
Thinking of her grandson, Chris "borrowed" a couple of bolls
for educational purposes.
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